These Are My People - 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

Crankin' up the stereo

Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps

Simple Man, and Curtis Lowe

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

We’re 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

That’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 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' till Monday mornin'

Where we start all over again

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