you don't know me

well

i ain't the kind to sip on fancy wines

that high class sort of living ain't on my mind

got no worries about what people say

you ain't gonna turn my skies from blue to gray

i might get up in the morning

i might sleep till the afternoon

i might howl at the moon all night

i might whistle a sad old tune

you can think just what you wanna think

and it ain't gonna make me blue

you might know everybody

but you don't know me

well

the money i got in my pocket

just a couple of dollars in change

i ain't worried about the new york stock exchange

don't need no politician

telln' me what to watch on my tv

well

people might try to tell me

son

what you're doin' ain't right

you can't be playin' that guitar every night

but my daddy

he once told me

son

you gotta do it

if it feels good

if you die doin' what you love

then you done what you should

you might know everybody

but you don't know me