Written by Dave Berg and Rivers Rutherford
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Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks
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Shootin' b.b.'s at old beer cans
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Chokin' on the smoke from a lucky strike
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Somebody lifted off of his old man
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We were football flunkies
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southern rock junkies
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Crankin' up the stereos
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Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps,
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Simple Man, and Curtis Lowe
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(we were good ya know)
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We got some discount knowledge at the junior college
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Where we majored in beer and girls
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It was all real funny 'til we ran out of money
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And they threw us out into the world
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Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town
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Ain't runnin' much of anything
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We're just lovin' and laughin'
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And bustin' our asses
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And we call it all livin' the dream
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Chorus
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These are my people
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This is where I come from
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We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some
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It ain't always pretty
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But it's real
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It's the way we were made
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Wouldn't have it any other way
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These are my people
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Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin
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Till we make it to a friday night
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And it's church league softball holler 'bout a bad call
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Preacher breakin' up the fight
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Then later on at the green light tavern
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Well everybody's gatherin' as friends
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And the beer is pourin' till monday mornin'
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Where we start all over again
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Chorus
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We fall down and we get up
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We walk proud and we talk tough
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We got heart and we got nerve
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Even if we are a bit disturbed
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Chorus
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These Are My People
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| Rodney Atkins |
