These Are My People Songtext
von Rodney Atkins

Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks
Shootin′ B.B.'s 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
Crackin' up the stereos
Singin' loud and proud to Gimme Three Steps
Simple Man and Curtis Lou, we were good you know

We 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 runnin′ much of anything
Just lovin' and laughin′, and bustin' our asses
And we call it all 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 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 breakin' up the fight

Then later on at the green light tavern
Well, everybody's gatherin′ as friends
And the beer is pourin′ until Monday mornin'
Then we start all over again

And these are my people, this is where I come from
We′re givin' this life everything we′ve 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

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!
C′mon


These are my people, this is where I come from
We′re givin' this life everything we′ve 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, oh no
These are my people, yeah, woo!