| People like me never went to college
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| Except the parties I was playing for the Sigma Kappa ladies on Friday nights
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| So I spent a lotta weekends with some future doctors' girlfriends
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| And I’ve learned there’s people who don’t like people like me
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| People like me, we don’t get the big promotions
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| 'Cause we seem to lack the gene that puts the filter in between our brain and
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| mouth
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| We don’t smile and say yes, we all knows it’s B. S
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| And I’ve learned there’s people who don’t like people like me
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| People like me
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| Living hard, loving fast, check to check, milk and gas
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| In the truck, head to town, a little luck, lost and found
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| Time to waste at Sally’s place, we all say, hey
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| Come on in and grab a seat
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| Sure feels good to be with people like me
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| People like me, we’ve been told we need to grow up
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| They say there’s more to life than cars, pretty women and guitars,
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| and I just say, «Like what?»
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| I love God and country, I do what they ask of me
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| And I’ve learned there’s people who don’t like people like me
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| Living hard, loving fast, check to check, milk and gas
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| In the truck, head to town, a little luck, lost and found
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| Time to waste at Sally’s place, we all say, hey
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| Come on in and grab a seat
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| Sure feels good to be with people like me
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| People like me
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| Cracking up, kicking back, dirty jokes makes me laugh
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| Buying suds for my friends and the girls that just walked in
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| Jukebox plays, «What's your name?», we all say, hey
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| Come on in and grab a seat
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| It sure feels good to be with people like me
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| People like me
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| Living hard, loving fast, check to check, milk and gas
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| Cracking up, kicking back, dirty jokes makes me laugh
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| In my truck, head to town, a little luck, lost and found
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| Jukebox plays, «What's your name?», we all say, hey
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| People like me |