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 Chorus:

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 Repeat Chorus 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 Repeat Chorus You might know everybody

But you don't know me