Mark Knopfler, You Don’t Know You’re Born

Mark Knopfler, You Don’t Know You’re Born, Lyrics: What do you know about the hammer and the spike, What do you know about the farm. You don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like Because you don’t know, You don’t know you’re born What do you know about the hammer and the chisel, You only know the kitchen and the warm, You don’t know about the night shift whistle Punching the clock to the horn Because you don’t know, You don’t know you’re born You don’t know, You don’t know you’re born, You don’t know, You don’t know you’re born What do you know about the hammer and the nails Know about the thistles and the thorns What do you know about the road and the rails Your heart so weary and your hands all worn Your hands so weary and your heart all torn And you don’t know, You don’t know you’re born