These Are My People

Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks

Shootin' BBs at old beer cans

Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike

Somebody lifted off of his old man

We were football flunkies, southern rock junkies

Crankin' up the stereo

Singin' loud and proud to "Gimme Three Steps"

And for "Man" and "Curtis Loew"

Got some discount knowledge at the junior college

Where we majored in beer and girls

It was all real funny till we ran out of money

And it threw us out into the world

Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this town

Ain't runnin' much of anything

Just lovin' and laughin' and bustin' our asses

And we call it livin' the dream

These are my people

This is where I come from

We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some

It isn'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

Till we make it to a Friday night

And it's the church league softball, holler 'bout a bad call

Preacher breakin' up the fight

Then later on at the Green Light Tavern

Well, everybody's gathered as friends

And the beers are pourin' till Monday mornin'

And we start it all over again

These are my people

This is where I come from

We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some

It isn'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

We fall down

And we get up

We walk proud

And we talk tough

We've got heart

And we've got nerve

Even if we are a bit disturbed

These are my people

These are my people