Story Behind The Song
When Fredrick and I wrote this song, we were still drinking a lot of Jack Daniels whiskey. This torch song has outlived our drinking days.
| Song Length |
3:04 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Heartbreaking, Miserable |
Subject |
Lost Love, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
| Similar Artists |
Patsy Cline |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
YOU DON'T KNOW JACK
I met Jack last summer,
Right after you left
For your sweetheart from high school,
In that short little dress.
You swore you were just friends,
Guess I was naive.
I blinked and she stole you,
Now it's just Jack and me.
Baby, you don't know Jack,
He's here when I need him.
He knows how I'm feeling,
When I pour out my heart.
You think you know lonely,
You think you know blue,
But you don't know Jack like I do.
He's Tennessee whiskey,
His friends call him Jack.
Sometimes he lies to me,
And says you'll come back.
We sit by the fire,
And drink to lost love.
I wish you'd come over,
And have one with us.
Baby, you don't know Jack,
He's here when I need him.
He knows how I'm feeling,
When I pour out my heart.
You think you know lonely,
You think you know blue,
But you don't know Jack like I do.
Three shots, and the truth
Gets unreliable, deniable.
And lies go down smooth,
When I lie to myself about you.
Baby, you don't know Jack,
He's here when I need him.
He knows how I'm feeling,
When I pour out my heart.
You think you know lonely,
You think you know blue,
But you don't know Jack like I do.
No, you don't know Jack like I do.