These Are My People (Acoustic)

Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks

Shooting BB's at old beer cans

Choking on smoke from a Lucky Strike

Somebody lifted off of his old man

We were football flunkies, Southern rock junkies

Cranking up the stereo

Singing loud and proud to "Gimme Three Steps Simple Man"

And Curtis Loew, we were good to know

Got some discount knowledge at the junior 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 running much of anything

But we're loving and laughing and busting our asses

And we call it all living the dream

And these are my people

This is where I come from

We're giving this life everything we got and then some

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, yeah

Well, we take it all week on the chin with a grin

'Til we make it to a Friday night

It's Church League softball, holler about a bad call

Preacher breaking up a fight

Then later on at the Green Light Tavern

Everybody gathering as friends

And the beers are pouring 'til Monday morning

And we start it all over again

And these are my people

This is where I come from

We're giving this life everything we got and then some

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

And we fall down, but we get up

We walk proud, and we talk tough

'Cause we got heart and we got nerve

Even if we are a bit disturbed

Woo, that's right

These are my people

This is where I come from

We're giving this life everything we got and then some

Ain't always pretty, but it's real

It's the way we were made, wouldn't have it any other way, oh no

These are my people, yeah, woo