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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 - 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. 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. I know the sound of your thunder Letras de cancionesAnd I know the smell of your rain I know every time you walk out that door You might stumble back in it again, I know you - I know you. 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, Yes I do baby blue, 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. 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, 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.... From Letras Mania