Lyrics:

We've got a Styrofoam cooler
In the back of my old Ford truck
And we're reaching over the side for brew
'Cause the tailgates stuck

A couple of lines in the water
Hey, I think you've got a bite
I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight

We could have drove this old truck on into town
And caught the 9 o'clock show
But I'd just as soon be sitting here with you
Listening to the radio

I've got your name on my left arm
And your body in my right
I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight

The ones out there who ain't got nothin' on us
They got everything else in this world but it ain't enough
Wishing they were the owners of a love like yours and mine
I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight

The truth is, you and me
We can't buy a whole lotta fancy nice things
And 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
I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight

The ones out there who ain't got nothin' on us
They got everything else in this world but it ain't enough
Wishing they were the owners of a love like yours and mine
I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight
I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight

Baby, you know we got the life