Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Are My People, artist - Rodney Atkins. Album song If You're Going Through Hell, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 17.07.2006
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
These Are My People |
| Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks |
| Shootin' b.b.'s 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 stereo |
| Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps |
| Simple Man, and Curtis Lowe |
| We were good you know |
| We 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 they’d run this town |
| Ain’t runnin' much of anything |
| We’re just lovin' and laughin' |
| And bustin' our asses |
| And we call it all livin' the dream |
| 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 |
| That’s the way we were made |
| Wouldn’t have it any other way |
| These are my people |
| Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin |
| Till we make it to a Friday night |
| And it’s church league softball holler 'bout a bad call |
| Preacher breakin' up the fight |
| Then later on at the green light tavern |
| Well everybody’s gatherin' as friends |
| And the beer is pourin' till Monday mornin' |
| Where we start all over again |
| 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 |