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 pine 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 the pew
Baby, I know you

D.H. Lawrence wouldn’t be your favourite 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
Yes I do, baby blue, I know you