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George Strait – You Know Me Better Than That

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Introduction:

“You Know Me Better Than That”, released in 1991, is a country music song by iconic artist George Strait. The song falls squarely within the genre of neotraditional country, a subgenre known for its emphasis on country music’s roots and traditional sounds. While neotraditional country emerged in the 1980s as a reaction to the pop-country influences that had become prevalent at the time, “You Know Me Better Than That” seamlessly blends these two worlds. The song features Strait’s signature smooth vocals and a classic country instrumentation, but with a subtle pop sensibility that ensures its broad appeal.

The track served as the second single from Strait’s studio album, “Chill of an Early Fall”. Produced by Jimmy Bowen and George Strait himself, the album was another critical and commercial success for Strait, reaching number one on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart. Tony Brown, a frequent collaborator with Strait, served as a background vocalist on the album, but not on “You Know Me Better Than That” itself.

“You Know Me Better Than That” was a major hit for George Strait. It reached number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart and remained there for four consecutive weeks. This achievement solidified Strait’s status as a country music superstar and further cemented his reputation as one of the genre’s most consistent hitmakers. The song continues to be a fan favorite and a staple of Strait’s live performances.

“You Know Me Better Than That” is a relatable song about the contrast between how someone portrays themselves to others and their true nature. The song’s protagonist is a man who is trying to impress a woman by pretending to be someone he’s not. The lyrics humorously depict his awkward attempts to conform to her sophisticated tastes, despite his own down-to-earth personality. The song’s refrain features the woman bragging to her friends about how perfect and cultured her new beau is, while the man himself thinks, “You know me better than that.” This creates a sense of amusement and highlights the importance of authenticity in relationships.

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Lyrics:

Baby, since you left me, there’s somebody newShe thinks I’m perfect, I swearShe likes my body, my class and my charmShe says I’ve got a confident airShe respects my ambition, thinks I’m talented tooBut she’s in love with an image time is bound to see through
Oh, you know me better than thatYou know the me that gets lazy and fatHow moody I can be, all my insecuritiesYou’ve seen me lose all my charmYou know I was raised on a farmOh, she tells her friends I’m perfectAnd that I love her catBut you know me better than that
I miss picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beerNow it’s ballet and symphony hallI’m into culture, clean up to my earsIt’s like wearing a shoe that’s too smallOh, I caught her with an issue of Brides magazineStarin’ at dresses and pickin’ out rings
But you know me better than that,You know the me that gets lazy and fatHow moody I can be, all my insecuritiesYou’ve seen me lose all my charmYou know I was raised on a farmOh, she tells her friends I’m perfectAnd that I love her catBut you know me better than that
Oh, she tells her friends I’m perfectAnd that I love that catOh, but you know me better than that…

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