These Are My People

Well We grew up Down by the railroad Tracks shootin BB's at old beer cans Choakin on the smoke from a lucky strike somebody lifted off his old man We were Football Flunkies Southern Rock Junkies Crankin up the stereo's Singing Loud and Proud to "Gimmie Three Steps" "Simple Man" and "Curtis Low" We were big ya know Got some discount Knowledge at the Jr. Collage Where we majored in beer and girls It was all real funny till we ran out of money and they threw us out into the world Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town aint a runnin much of anything just lovin and livin and bustin our a*ses and we all call it all livin the dream These are my people This is where I come from Were givin this life everything we got and then some It aint always pretty But its real Its the way we were made Wouldn't have it any other way These are my people Well We take it all week on the chin with a grin till we make it to a friday night And it's church league softball holler about a bad call preacher breaking up the fight Then later on at the Green Light Tavern Well everybody is gathered as friends And the beers a pourin till Monday Mornin and we start it all over again These are my people This is where I come from Were givin this life everything we got and then some It aint always pretty but its real Its the way we were made Wouldn't have it any other way These Are My People We fall Down and We get up We walk proud and We talk tough We got heart and We got nerve Even If we are a bit Disturbed Wooo Come on These are my people This is where I come from Were givin this life everything we got and then some It aint always pretty but its real Its the way we were made Wouldn't have it any other way Ah naw These Are My People Yeah woo