Folks

[Verse 1] Some folks like to look, they like to point They like to push, they like to shove Some folks like to talk about The things they have, the things they love But things are that, just things And I don't give a damn, I must seem trite [Verse 2] I'm not that old, I'm not too young I'm not too smart, I sure ain't dumb I walked around and 'round and 'round, most every place I've been found and all I've found Is most places usually seem the same to me [Chorus] And I talk with people off the street In my line of work, I tend to meet The kind of folk that seem like-minded Those of us just tryin' to find our way So let's just meet up at some place We can sort it out [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] And I talk with people off the street In my line of work, I tend to meet The kind of folk that seem like-minded Those of us just tryin' to find our way So let's just meet up at some place We can sort it out [Bridge] This god-forsaken world, it chews you up and spits you out It scuffs your shoes, it takes most everything you've got And then it tries you with the blues, but that's alright The blues is somethin' proves that you still feel [Outro] Some folks like to look, they like to point They like to push, they like to shove Some folks like to talk about The things they have, the things they love But things are that, just things And I don't give a damn, and I'm alright