John Wesley Harding - Who You Really Are Lyrics
You got a brain just like a steam shovelAnd I'm tar upon the roadYou've got a body like a shotgunThat I'm trying to unloadIf you are yin and yang then BabyI must be ego and idI'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he isAnd you're a bold El CidWell come on Baby I wanna know who you really areCome on Baby I wanna know who you really areYou got a beret like Che GuevaraBut your dress makes me see stripes and starsOh come on Baby I wanna knowWho you areWho you really areYou got imagination like a liftI'm stuck between the floorsYour soul looks like a doormanI'm revolving in his doorsI try to read you like a bookYou laugh between the linesYou got a sense of humor like a motorwayClearly I'm not an exit signWell come on Baby I wanna know who you really areCome on Baby I wanna know who you really areWell you tell us that you're going farHow come your stocks are still where they areOh come on Baby I wanna knowWho you areWho you really areYou've got a future like a family photoAnd I'm just out of shotWell when your car is freezing overMy collar's getting hotYou're fighting wars in your insideAnd I'm a pacifistYeah, but if you were my country BabyYou know that I'd enlistOh come on Baby I wanna know who you really areCome on Baby I wanna know who you really areWell I guess I'm in the gutter gazing at starsBaby don't tread me down too farGuess I'm in the gutter gazing at starsBaby don't tread me down too farGuess I'm in the gutter gazing at starsBaby don't tread me down too farOh come on Baby I wanna knowWho you are-ac
