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I Know You - Lori McKenna
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
