The first time that I left him was the first time I saw him cry The second time he told me not to when he dotted both my eyes The third and fourth and fifth time he so quickly tracked me down Still the few friends I had left would ask me Why I stuck around
I know that man I know him well I know his father walked his mother right through hell I know that man, I know that man I know him like I know The back of his hand
He came home tired every evening from working at the farm I'd sneak aside some grocery money before he put it in his arm My friend Becky was a cashier working at the shop-and-save Who gave me coupons for concealers I guess I wore a lot those days
She says I know that man I know him well I used to be the one telling everyone I fell He's something else, he's not a man You know it like you know The back of his hand
I gave Becky all the money I'd been saving all this time She says she knew some seedy fella just across the county line One night he passed out in his armchair after rattling my brains So I took that grocery money And I put it in his veins
I walked all the way to Becky's house, night as clear as day I felt the blessing of my father that I couldn't feel my wedding day When the sheriff brought the bad news Your husband has been found, you gotta identify the body Can you come with me downtown
I know that man I know him well He had his demons and nobody else can tell It won't be the same without that man That I know like I know The back of his hand The back of his hand The back of his handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
