[Verse]
C
Some folks like to look, they like to point
They like to push, they like to shove
G
Some folks like to talk about the things they have, the things they love
C
But things are that just things, and I don't give a damn, I must seem trite
C
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
G C
I've been found and all I've found is most places usually seem the same to me
[Chorus]
Am C
And I talk with people off the street
G F
My line of work I tend to meet, the kind of folk that seem like minded
Am C
Those of us just trying to find our way, so let's just meet up at some place
G
We can sort it out
C walk down G to Am
[Chorus]
Am C
And I talk with people off the street
G F
My line of work I tend to meet the kind of folk that seem like minded
Am C
Those of us just trying to find our way, so let's just meet up at some place
G
We can sort it out
Am C
This god-forsaken world it chews you up and spits you out
G F Am
It scuffs your shoes, it takes most everything you got and then it tries you with the blues
C G
But that's alright the blues is something that proves that you still feel
C 3x walk down G to Am
[Verse]
C
Some folks like to look, they like to point
They like to push, they like to shove,
G
Some folks like to talk about the things they have, the things they love
C
But things are that just things, and I don't give a damn and I'm alright