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