These Are My People

Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks shootin' BB's at old beer cans.
Chokin' on a smoke from a lucky scock somebody lifted off of his old man.
We were football funkies, southern rock junkies, crankin' up the stereos.
Singin' loud and proud
to give me 3 steps
Simple man ain't Curtis Lowe.
Got some discount knowledge
at the Junior College where we majored in Beer and Girls.
It was all real funny, 'til we ran outta money and they threw us out into the world.
Yeah, the kids who thought they'd run this town ain't runnin' much of anything.
Just lovin' and livin' and bustin' our backs and we call it all, "Livin' the Dream"
Refrain:
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 to the gym with a grin 'til we make it to a Friday night.
In his church league softball, hollered by a bad call, preacher breakin' up the fight.
Then later on at the Green Light Tavern, well everybody's got his friends.
And the beer's are pourin' 'til Monday mornin' when we start it all over again.
Refrain
We fall down, and we get up, and we walk 'round. and we talk tough.
We got heart, and we got nerve.
And even if we are a bit disturbed...
Refrain