Who You Really Are Songtext
von 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, then I'm 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
Well, come on, baby, I wanna know who you really are
You got a beret just like Che Guevara
But your dresses makin′ me see stars
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
And I'm no exit sign

Well, come on, baby, I wanna know who you really are
Well, come on, baby, I wanna know who you really are
You tell us that you′re going far
But how come your stocks are still where they are?
Come on, baby, I wanna know who you are
Who you really are, yeah

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 you′re inside, and I′m a pacifist
But if you were my country, baby
You know I would enlist
I said, if you were my country, baby
You know I would enlist

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

Come on baby, I wanna know
Come on baby, I wanna know
Aw, come on baby, I wanna know
Who you are
Who you really are