Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks, shootin' bibis at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike somebody lifted off his old man
We were football flunkies, southern rock junkies, crankin' up the stereos
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. College 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 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
We're givin' this life everything we 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 till we make it to Friday night
And it's church league softball, holler 'bout a bad call, preacher breaking up the fight
Then later on at the Green Light tavern, well, everybody's gatherin' as friends
And the beer's a pourin' till Monday mornin', and we start it all over again

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

These are my people, this is where I come from
We're givin' this life everything we 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, ah naw
These are my people, yeah, woo

Writer : RIVERS RUTHERFORD, DAVE BERG
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group