[Verse 1] Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks Shootin BBs 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 stereos Singin loud and proud to Gimme Three Steps, Simple Man, and Curtis Loew We were good you know [Verse 2] 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 theyd run this town Aint runnin much of anything Just lovin and laughin And bustin our asses And we call it all livin the dream [Chorus] And these are my people This is where I come from Were givin this life everything weve got and then some It aint always pretty But its real Its the way we were made Wouldnt have it any other way These are my people See Rodney Atkins LiveGet tickets as low as 52You might also like[Verse 3] Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin Till we make it to a Friday night And its church league softball, holler bout a bad call Preacher breakin up the fight Then later on at the Green Light Tavern Well everybodys gatherin as friends And the beers are pourin till Monday mornin And we start it all over again [Chorus] And these are my people This is where I come from Were givin this life everything weve got and then some It aint always pretty But its real Its the way we were made Wouldnt have it any other way These are my people [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] And these are my people This is where I come from Were givin this life everything weve got and then some It aint always pretty But its real Its the way we were made Wouldnt have it any other way Ah nah These are my people
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