Folk Song Lyrics

Hey, Mr. Policeman, I'm sorry for my friends

I don't want to apologize, but I gotta

They don't understand you're just doing what you can

They want to hang you up and beat you like a pinata

Hey, felon on parole, trying to make ends meet

There's no forgiveness on an application

You'll wear a hairnet, grow blisters on your hands

Take any honest work that they would give you

Come listen to a folk song

The people in a country make it strong

Hey, wealthy banker's son, the color of concrete

Looked down upon for what your daddy gives you

You have a heart of gold, and you question what you're told

And the father you were born to is your stigma

Hey, senorita, with a baby on each hand

One who's your daughter, and one who's your sister

You've crossed treacherous land while dreaming up your plan

To earn a simple life as a barista

Come listen to a folk song

The people in a country make it strong

Hey, young man on the street, living how you can

Playing with a deck that's stacked against you

Someday you'll find a way. It may not be today

But if we start with love, let's see what that'll get ya

Hey, college intellect, I hope you'll understand

That everyone you meet is an enigma

Living your own song, there ain't no right or wrong

There is only what each day will bring ya

Come listen to a folk song

The people in a country make it strong

Come listen to a folk song

The people in a country make it strong