[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
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
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