
You Don’t Know Jack Luke Bryan
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[Verse 1]
He asked me for a dollar, I said "Go get a job"
I turned up my collar and started walking off
He said "I don't blame you, I know what you think
I'd just spend your money, to buy another drink"
[Chorus]
But you don't know Jack
Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks
Until you've lost it all
And you can't go back
To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife
With just a telephone call
If you think it's just a bottle
In an old brown paper sack
You don't know Jack
[Verse 2]
He showed me a picture, of two little girls
Wearing Easter dresses, hair done up in curls
He said "God bless their mamma
She said I couldn't stay
And buddy if you're wondering
How could I throw it all away"
[Chorus]
You don't know Jack
Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks
Until you've lost it all
And you can't go back
To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife
With just a telephone call
If you think it's just a bottle
In an old brown paper sack
You don't know Jack
He asked me for a dollar, I said "Go get a job"
I turned up my collar and started walking off
He said "I don't blame you, I know what you think
I'd just spend your money, to buy another drink"
[Chorus]
But you don't know Jack
Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks
Until you've lost it all
And you can't go back
To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife
With just a telephone call
If you think it's just a bottle
In an old brown paper sack
You don't know Jack
[Verse 2]
He showed me a picture, of two little girls
Wearing Easter dresses, hair done up in curls
He said "God bless their mamma
She said I couldn't stay
And buddy if you're wondering
How could I throw it all away"
[Chorus]
You don't know Jack
Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks
Until you've lost it all
And you can't go back
To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife
With just a telephone call
If you think it's just a bottle
In an old brown paper sack
You don't know Jack
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