[Verse 1] Back in the valley where wages were thin Hard-working folks made a hell of a din No fancy label, no slick corporate guise Just an old wooden box under cold winter skies They sang of the taxes, the boss, and the rain Turning their struggle to rhythm and pain So if you don't like how the poor make a sound We’re bringing this music to every whole town [Chorus] Folk you, folk you Folk your life, and folk your crew Folk you, folk you Folk your stress and folk your strife, too! (Yeah, folk it all) [Verse 2] The bankers in suits sitting high on the hill Don't care for the pickin' or paying the bill They want us real quiet, obedient, and neat So we rosin the bow and march down the street It’s the song of the people, authentic and raw We don't need your approval, your cash, or your law You can tell us to hush, but we’re crankin’ it loud Every strum is a stance, and we’re standing here proud [Chorus] Folk you, folk you Folk your life, and folk your crew Folk you, folk you Folk your stress and folk your strife, too! [Bridge] They tried to erase it, to polish the sound But roots of the people run deep underground A fiddle, a whistle, a beat on the floor If you don't wanna listen, step out of the door (Go on, leave) [Guitar Solo / Fiddle Break] [Verse 3] So here’s to the miners, the farmers, the mill The ones who keep singing when time’s standing still We’re raising a glass to the stories untold Your pop stars fade out, but our music holds gold So take your opinions and throw 'em away We’ve got a whole lot of tunes left to play [Chorus] Folk you, folk you Folk your life, and folk your crew Folk you, folk you Folk your stress and folk your strife, too! [Outro] Folk the high society Folk the rich variety Just strum that chord and shout it true Folk everything, and folk you too! (Folk it out!)
