Lyrics:

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
Ain't gonna turn my skies from blue to gray

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
I don't need no politician
Telling me what to be
Or telling me what to watch on my TV

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, 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 done what you should'

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

Yeah, you might know everybody
But you don't know me