Well we grew up down
By the railroad tracks
Shootin' BB's at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke
From a Lucky Strike
Someone lifted off of his old man

We were football flunkies
Southern rock junkies
Crackin' up the stereo's
Singin' loud and proud
to "Gimmie Three Steps" "Simple Man" and "Curtis Low"
We were good ya 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 a runnin' much of anything
Just lovin' and laughin'
And bustin' our asses
And we all call it all livin' the dream

But 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 its real
It's a 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 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'
'til Monday mornin'
And we start it all over again

And 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 a 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

Woo
Come on

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 a way we were made
Wouldn't have it any other way
Ah naw
These are my people

Yeah
Woo

Thanks to (Cheryl Cournoyer) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 6, 2008