"These Are My People" lyrics

Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks
Shooting BBs at old beer cans
Choking on the smoke from a Lucky Strike
Somebody lifted off of his old man
We were football flunkies
Southern-rock junkies
Cranking up the stereos
Singing loud and proud to "Gimme Three Steps"
"Simple Man", and "Curtis Loew"
We were good you know

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 running much of anything
Just loving and laughing
And busting our asses
And we call it all living the dream

And these are my people
This is where I come from
We're giving 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 on the chin with a grin
'Til we make it to a Friday night
And it's church league softball
Holler 'bout a bad call
Preacher breaking up the fight
Then later on at the Green Light Tavern
Well everybody's gathering as friends
And the beers are pouring 'til Monday morning
And we start it all over again

And these are my people
This is where I come from
We're giving 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

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

And these are my people
This is where I come from
We're giving 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
Ah nah
These are my people