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.
But you don't know jack,
Double shot,
80 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 showed me a picture
Of two little girls,
Wearing Easter dresses,
Hair done up in curls.
He said, "God bless their momma.
She said I couldn't stay.
Buddy, if you're wond'ring
How could I throw it all away...
You don't know jack,
Double shot,
80 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."
If you've never felt the fire
Running through your veins,
If you've never seen the devil
Face-to-face...
You don't know jack,
Double shot,
80 proof,
On the rocks until you've lost it all.
So, brother, jsut be glad,
And tonight
Hug your kids,
Kiss your wife,
And when you talk to God,
Count up all your blessings
And thank the Good Lord that
You don't know jack.
You don't know jack."