Richard Naviasky - 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