You don't know me

Well I ain't the kind to sip on fancy wine
That high-class sort of living ain't on my mind
Got no worries about what people say
Ain't gonna turn my skies from blue to grey

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I might get up in the morning
I might sleep 'til the afternoon
I might howl at the moon all night
I might whistle a sad old tune
You can think just want you want to 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'm ain't worried about the New York Stock Exchange
Don't need no politician
Telling me what to be
Telling me what to watch on my tv

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Well people might try to tell me
Son what you're doing ain't right
You can't be playing that guitar every night
But my daddy he once told me son
You gotta do it if it feels good
If you die doing what you love
Then you've done what you should

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You might know everybody
But you don't know me