YOU THINK YOU KNOW SOMEBODY by Todd Snider Capo 2nd fret; actual key is Bm Fmaj9: 0|---|---|---| |-1-|---|---| 0|---|---|---| |---|---|-4-| |---|---|-3-| x|---|---|---| Intro: Am - G - Fmaj9 (2x) Am Fmaj9 You think you know somebody. Am Fmaj9 You think they know you. Am Fmaj9 You think you know somebody. G But man you never do. C Jackie used to live three blocks away from me C We used to throw the baseball and we’d climb his old oak tree F And we would sneak his old man's cigarettes behind the picket fence C G We swore that we would always be the best of friends Am Em We used to sit out on the curb and talk on summer nights, F G Until Jackie's daddy’d call him, and then he took off like a light Friday nights were all the same our high school senior year We hung out at the river, drank Black Label beer And we would listen to the Stones with all of our old friends Maybe sneak a toke or two down where the river bends I remember how I said I'd drive him home one Friday night Well he said, "Go on without me, buddy, I'll be alright." We went off to college to start our Freshman year Well I went off to school about an hour away from here But you know Jackie, he took off, went to college out of state He used to call me all the time, he used to tell me it was great He said, "I'm coming home for Christmas, and I hope you'll do the same" He’d say that he was comin, but Jackie never came Chorus: The night that he got married, well I was his best man He’s moved back to town and now we’re neighbors again I’ve since found myself a wife, so now I’m married, too Our families get together every Sunday afternoon His boy and my boy they sit out and talk at night 'Til Jackie calls for his boy, and he takes off like a light Last night I saw the flashing lights, and quickly ran outside A neighbor lady told me that Jackie's youngest boy had died And I was shocked to see the cops had Jackie handcuffed in the car ‘Til this morning's paper told me that Jackie'd gone too far And now they’re sayin’ Jackie, he ain’t the only one to blame ‘Cause battered children, they almost always grow up to do the same Chorus: