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 Well, I know that you feel bad for every bad thing that you do You got a scar on 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 or 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 ‘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