Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks
Shootin BB's at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a lucky strike
Somebody lifted off'a his old man
We were football flunkies
Southern rock junkies, crankin' up the stereos
Singing loud and proud to 'Gimmie Three Steps'
'Simple Man' and 'Curtis Low'
We were good ya know.

Got some discount knowledge at the Jr. college
Where we majored in beer and girls
It was all real funny 'til we ran out of money
And they threw us out into the world
Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town
Ain't a runnin' much of anything
Just lovin' and laughin' and bustin' our a__es
And we all call it all livin' the dream

[Chorus:]
These are my people, this is where I come from
Were givin' this life everything we got and then some
It ain't always pretty but it's real
It's 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
Til we make it to a Friday night
And it's church league softball
Holler 'bout 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' 'til Monday mornin'
And we start it all over again

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
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.

Come on!

[Chorus]

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