Ray Scott - Poor Folks lyrics

We got a styrofoam cooler in the back of my old Ford truck And we’re reachin’ over the side for a brew ’cause the tailgate’s stuck A couple lines in the water, hey I think you got a bite I wonder what the poor folks are doin’ tonight Now we coulda drove this old truck on into town, caught the 9 o’clock show But I just as soon be sittin’ here with you, listenin’ to the radio I got your name on my left arm and your body in my right I wonder what the poor folks are doin’ tonight The ones out there who ain’t got nothin’ on us They got everything else in this world, but it ain’t enough Wishin’ they were the owners of a love like yours and mine I wonder what the poor folks are doin’ tonight Well the truth is, you and me, we can’t buy a whole lot of fancy nice things Now we ain’t on no first name basis with the folks down at the bank BUt we know we’ve got it all, when we turn out the lights And I wonder what the poor folks are doin’ tonight The ones out there who ain’t got nothin’ on us They got everything else in this world, but it ain’t enough Wishin’ they were the owners of a love like yours and mine I wonder what the poor folks are doin’ tonight I wonder what the poor folks are doin’ tonight Ah baby you know we got the life