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You never woke up beside a stranger

But you never spent the night alone

In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort

In your pocket you got a comb

I know you, I know you

You? ve been pushed right to the limit

Lived on a lonesome road

Chopped up an old barn dresser

To heat the house once in the cold

I know you, yeah, I know you

Well, I know where you go

When you want to be alone

I know just how hard you work

And how much money you bring home

You love the sound of church bells

But you hate sitting in a pew, baby, I know you

D. H. Lawrence would be your favorite poet

If you thought poetry was cool

You have too much pride to be a thief

And just enough gut to be a fool

Baby, I know you, I know you

Well, I know the sound of your thunder

And I know the smell of your rain

I know every time you walk out that door

You might stumble back in it again

Yeah, I know you, well, yes, I do

Baby blue, I know you

Well, I know that you feel bad

For every bad thing that you do

You got a scar in your right cheek

And the fear of God embedded in you

Your mother had a wooden spoon

And a shamrock tattoo, baby, I know you

Well, no other woman? s gonna feel

Beneath the skin that you are in

No other woman? s gonna read your mind

And be sorry for your sins

I know you, I know you

Well, I know what you look like

Just before you cry

I know how to make you sick

And I know how to make you die

The only thing I could never do

Is let you say goodbye, say goodbye to you

? Cause I know you, I know you

You never woke up beside a stranger

But you never spent the night alone

In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort

In your pocket you got a comb