Steve Carroll Folks Like Us
Folks like us-
Commit'n my steps to the open road,
Trust'n my keep'n to the hands of the Lord,
And, hope'n many miles, can purge a broken heart,
They send'n me out with doubtful sighs,
Try'n to outlast some down turned eyes,
And hope'ns when I's come around again,
Things a changed.
But I step, I step, I step wildly,
Go'n down to places that don't treat kindly,
Folks like us, just pass'n along.
Not too much, looking for a name in lights,
Try'n to avoid them cardboard signs,
And place'n all my bets, on a staked deck of cards,
And I can hear 'em say'n, oh boy,
Look at him now,
When he ever gonna figure out,
The safest roads, is the ones you needs be on.
But I step, I step, I step wildly,
Go'n down to places that just don't seem to appreciate,
Folks like us, just sing'n a song.
But I step, I step, I step wildly,
Go'n down to places that don't treat kindly,
Folks like us, just pass'n along.
