All right you saw me in the "International Times"    You've got my picture in your book    You tell your friends not to call at weekend,    And now you wear that far-off look    All right you stole your mother's best sheets    And put them on my bed    And you remember all the words that I say    And now you keep them in your head       But you don't even know me    You don't even know me    You don't even know me at all       All right I told you that I'm leaving London    The Summer seems so long    I've got no money to pay the rent    I've got no place to take my songs    And then you tell me I should keep on trying    You hand me an envelope    With all the money that you'd saved up    You couldn't stand to see me go       But you don't even know me    You don't even know me    You don't even know me at all       All right I took you to the Hendrix concert    On the seventh day of May    And through the Summer of 1967    We were part of the seeds of change    And now you say that we can really make it    We've got nowhere to fall    And though the signs are hung in the rainy distance    You don't see them at all       But you don't even know me    You don't even know me    You don't even know me at all       But you don't even know me    You don't even know me    You don't even knew me at all       You don't know me at all    You don't know me at all       All right I think that we should stay together    For a while