Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks, shootin' bibis at old beer cansnChokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike somebody lifted off his old mannWe were football flunkies, southern rock junkies, crankin' up the stereosnSinging loud and proud to Gimmie Three Steps, Simple Man, and Curtis LownWe were big, ya knownnGot some discount knowledge at the Jr. College where we majored in beer and girlsnIt was all real funny till we ran out of money and they threw us out into the worldnYeah, the kids that thought they'd run this town ain't a-runnin' much of anythingnJust lovin' and laughin' and bustin' our asses, and we all call it all livin' the dreamnnBut these are my people, this is where I come fromnWe're givin' this life everything we got and then somenIt ain't always pretty, but it's realnIt's the way we were made, wouldn't have it any other waynThese are my peoplennWell, we take it all week on the chin with a grin till we make it to Friday nightnAnd it's church league softball, holler 'bout a bad call, preacher breaking up the fightnThen later on at the Green Light tavern, well, everybody's gatherin' as friendsnAnd the beer's a pourin' till Monday mornin', and we start it all over againnnAnd these are my people, this is where I come fromnWe're givin' this life everything we got and then somenIt ain't always pretty, but it's realnIt's the way we were made, wouldn't have it any other waynThese are my peoplennWe fall down, and we get upnWe walk proud, and we talk toughnWe got heart, and we got nervenEven if we are a bit disturbednnWoo, come onnnThese are my people, this is where I come fromnWe're givin' this life everything we got and then somenIt ain't always pretty, but it's realnIt's the way we were made, wouldn't have it any other way, ah nawnThese are my people, yeah, woo