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  Someone lifted off of his old man  We were football funkies  southern rock junkies  Crankin' up the stereos  Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps        We got some discount knowledge at the junior college  Where we majored in beer and girls 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    [Chorus]    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    [Chorus]    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    [Chorus]