| They like ice cold beer and smokeless tobacco
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| And dancin' on a Saturday night
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| Church on Sunday mornin' and talkin' to Jesus
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| There’s some that say that that ain’t right
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| I know for certain that nobody’s perfect
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| And they don’t pretend to be
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| I like those people
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| And they like me
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| Well, they may roll the dice
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| But ain’t life a gamble
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| And you may think that that’s all wrong
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| They take what they’re given
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| Hard work and hard livin'
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| Right out of some old country song
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| Jokes that they tell you
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| Might be off color
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| But sometimes that’s just what you need
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| I like those people
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| And they like me
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| They don’t kick you when you’re down
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| Judge you when you make a mistake
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| They’re the first to come around
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| Help you at whatever it takes
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| They’re the salt of the earth
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| Honest as rain
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| A light when your world turns dark
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| And if it falls on your shoulders
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| And you need to hide out
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| They won’t tell a soul where you are
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| Yeah, they stick together
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| Like birds of a feather
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| Treat you like family
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| Hey, I like those people
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| And they like me
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| They don’t kick you when you’re down
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| Judge you when you make a mistake
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| They’re the first to come around
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| Help you at whatever it takes
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| Hey, it’s ice cold beer, smokeless tobacco
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| And dancin' on a Saturday night
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| There’s church on Sunday mornin'
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| And talkin' to Jesus
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| There’s some that say that that ain’t right
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| Hey, but I got a feelin'
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| God up in Heaven
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| Thinks that’s the way it should be
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| I like these people
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| And they like me
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| Yeah, I like these people
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| And they like me
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| They like me |