Folksome Blues

I am just a boy
Ripe old age of eighteen
And I live by myself
And I'm never seen
I go off into the wilderness
To collect my thoughts
And I never needed no one
Until I got caught

Folksome blues, Folksome blues
And I know that I need to get off with you
And I know that I need to find something to do
Folksome blues

I go walking by the countryside
With all my friends
And if you want to stop on by
Well that all depends
Some people call me a loser
They call me a fiend
But I cant help feeling this way
I don't know what it means

Folksome blues, Folksome blues
And I know that I need to get off with you
And I know that I need to find something to do

Folksome blues, Folksome blues
And I know that I need to get off with you
And I know that I need to find something to do
Folksome blues



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Sapp
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