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 asses

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