"Folks" lyrics - CODY JINKS

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

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

And I talk with people off the street my line of work
I tend to meet the kind of folk that seem like-minded
Those of us just trying to find our way
So let's just meet up at some place and we can sort it out

And I talk with people off the street my line of work
I tend to meet the kind of folk that seem like-minded
Those of us just trying to find our way
So let's just meet up at some place and we can sort it out

This god-forsaken world, it chews you up and spits you out
It scuffs your shoes, it takes most everything you got
And then it tries you with the blues but that's alright
The blues is somethin' proves that you still feel

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