It ain't always pretty but it's real
We were football flunkies, southern rock junkies
Wouldn't have it any other way
It was all real funny till we ran out of money
We fall down and we get up
Then later on at the Green Light Tavern
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike
Ain't a runnin' much of anything
We're givin' this life
It ain't always pretty but it's real
Wouldn't have it any other way
We're givin' this life
Somebody lifted off his old man
Wouldn't have it any other way, oh, no
We're givin' this life
Everything we've got and then some
We walk proud and we talk tough
Crankin' up the stereos
Ooh, come on
Well everybody is gathered as friends
And they threw us out into the world
These are my people
This is where I come from
'Simple Man' and 'Curtis Lowe', we were good ya know
And the beers a pourin' till Monday mornin'
And even if we are a bit disturbed
Singing loud and proud to 'Gimmie Three Steps'
Preacher breaking up the fight
It's the way we were made
This is where I come from
These are my people
These are my people
And we start it all over again
Everything we've got and then some
And it's church league softball, holler about a bad call
Everything we've got and then some
Till we make it to a Friday night
These are my people
And we all call it all livin' the dream
Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this town
Just lovin' and laughin', and bustin' our asses
Where we majored in beer and girls
We got heart and we got nerve
And these are my people
It's the way we were made
It ain't always pretty but it's real
Got some discount knowledge at the Jr. College
Well, we take it all week on the chin with a grin
This is where I come from
It's the way we were made
