Who You Really Are Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

You got a brain just like a steam shovel 

And I'm tar upon the road 

You've got a body like a shotgun 

That I'm trying to unload 

If you are yin and yang then baby 

I must be ego and id 

I'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he is 

And you're a bold El Cid 

Well come on baby, I wanna know who you really are 

Come on baby, I wanna know who you really are 

You got a beret like Che Guevara 

But your dress makes me see stripes and stars 

Oh, come on baby, I wanna know who you are, who you really are 

You got imagination like a lift 

I'm stuck between the floors 

Your soul looks like a doorman 

I'm revolving in his doors 

I try to read you like a book 

You laugh between the lines 

You got a sense of humor like a motorway 

Clearly I'm not an exit sign 

Well come on baby, I wanna know who you really are 

Come on baby, I wanna know who you really are 

Well you tell us that you're going far 

How come your stocks are still where they are 

Oh, come on baby, I wanna know who you are, who you really are 

You've got a future like a family photo 

And I'm just out of shot 

Well when your car is freezing over 

My collar's getting hot 

You're fighting wars in your inside 

And I'm a pacifist 

Yeah, but if you were my country baby 

You know that I'd enlist 

Oh, come on baby, I wanna know who you really are 

Come on baby, I wanna know who you really are 

Well I guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars 

Baby, don't tread me down too far 

Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars 

Baby, don't tread me down too far 

Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars 

Baby don't tread me down too far 

Oh, come on baby, I wanna know, who you are, who you really are