You wear curled up boots
And smoke a slim cigar
You've got a ten gallon hat
And a Buick convertible car
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are
You sell your soul for money
In half lit American bars
You dream of walks in moonlight
Under a night of silver stars
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are
You stand to keep your time
Strumming a steel-string guitar
You’ve walked the golden line
Your music’s heard near and far
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are
She saw you in the drive by
Thought how doubtful you are
She heard you at the movies
With your mournful la la lah
She wants to know you slowly
To find out who you really are
She wants to know you slowly
To find out who you really are
But nobody knows you slowly
Nobody knows who you really are
She wants to know you slowly
To find out who you really are
