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