These Are My People Chords by Rodney Atkins
Tempo:
89.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G] [F]
[C] [G] Yeah, we grew up down by the railroad [C] track shooting BBs in old beer [G] cans.
Choking on the smoke from a lucky strike somebody lifted off [C] of his old man.
We were football [Am] flunkies, southern [F] rock junkies cranking up the stereos.
[G] Singing loud and proud to gimme three [C] steps, simple man, and Curtis Lowe.
We were good, you know.
[Am] [C] Got some discount [A] knowledge at the junior college where we majored in beer and girls.
[G] It was all real [A] funny till we ran out [F] of money and they threw us [C] out into the world.
Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this [F] town ain't a running much [C] of anything.
[G] Just loving and [Am] laughing and busting our [F] asses and we call it all [C] living the dream.
[F] These are my people.
[G] This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
It [C] ain't always pretty, [G] but it's real.
[Am] [G] It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any [C] other way.
These are my [Am] people.
[C] Where we take it all [Am] week on a chin with a [F] grin till we make it to a [C] Friday night.
And it's church league [Am] softball, holler about a [C] bad call, preacher breaking up the fight.
Then later [Am] on at the Greenlight [F] Tavern, well, everybody's [C] gathering as friends.
And the beers are [Am] full until Monday [F] morning and we start it all [C] over again.
And [F] these are my people.
[G]
This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G]
but it's real.
[Gm] It's the way we were [C] made, wouldn't have it any [F] other way.
[C] These are my people.
[G] We fall down and we get up.
We [F] walk around and we talk to us.
We [G] got heart and we got nerves.
[F]
Even if we are a bit distant.
[G] Come on!
[F]
[C] These are my people.
[G] This is where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've [C] got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G] but it's real.
[Am] It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any other way.
These are [C] my people. [D] Yeah!
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[C] [G] Yeah, we grew up down by the railroad [C] track shooting BBs in old beer [G] cans.
Choking on the smoke from a lucky strike somebody lifted off [C] of his old man.
We were football [Am] flunkies, southern [F] rock junkies cranking up the stereos.
[G] Singing loud and proud to gimme three [C] steps, simple man, and Curtis Lowe.
We were good, you know.
[Am] [C] Got some discount [A] knowledge at the junior college where we majored in beer and girls.
[G] It was all real [A] funny till we ran out [F] of money and they threw us [C] out into the world.
Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this [F] town ain't a running much [C] of anything.
[G] Just loving and [Am] laughing and busting our [F] asses and we call it all [C] living the dream.
[F] These are my people.
[G] This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
It [C] ain't always pretty, [G] but it's real.
[Am] [G] It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any [C] other way.
These are my [Am] people.
[C] Where we take it all [Am] week on a chin with a [F] grin till we make it to a [C] Friday night.
And it's church league [Am] softball, holler about a [C] bad call, preacher breaking up the fight.
Then later [Am] on at the Greenlight [F] Tavern, well, everybody's [C] gathering as friends.
And the beers are [Am] full until Monday [F] morning and we start it all [C] over again.
And [F] these are my people.
[G]
This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G]
but it's real.
[Gm] It's the way we were [C] made, wouldn't have it any [F] other way.
[C] These are my people.
[G] We fall down and we get up.
We [F] walk around and we talk to us.
We [G] got heart and we got nerves.
[F]
Even if we are a bit distant.
[G] Come on!
[F]
[C] These are my people.
[G] This is where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've [C] got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G] but it's real.
[Am] It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any other way.
These are [C] my people. [D] Yeah!
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] Yeah, we grew up down by the railroad [C] track shooting BBs in old beer [G] cans.
Choking on the smoke from a lucky strike somebody lifted off [C] of his old man.
We were football [Am] flunkies, southern [F] rock junkies cranking up the stereos.
[G] Singing loud and proud to gimme three [C] steps, simple man, and Curtis Lowe.
We were good, you know.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Got some discount [A] knowledge at the junior college where we majored in beer and girls.
[G] It was all real [A] funny till we ran out [F] of money and they threw us [C] out into the world.
Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this [F] town ain't a running much [C] of anything.
[G] Just loving and [Am] laughing and busting our [F] asses and we call it all [C] living the dream.
[F] These are my people.
[G] This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
It [C] ain't always pretty, [G] _ but it's real.
[Am] _ [G] It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any [C] other way.
These are my [Am] people.
_ _ _ [C] _ Where we take it all [Am] week on a chin with a [F] grin till we make it to a [C] Friday night.
And it's church league [Am] softball, holler about a [C] bad call, preacher breaking up the fight.
Then later [Am] on at the Greenlight [F] Tavern, well, everybody's [C] gathering as friends.
And the beers are [Am] full until Monday [F] morning and we start it all [C] over again.
And [F] these are my people.
[G]
This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G] _
but it's real.
_ [Gm] It's the way we were [C] made, wouldn't have it any [F] other way.
[C] These are my people.
_ [G] We fall down and we get up.
We [F] walk around and we talk to us.
We [G] got heart and we got nerves.
_ _ [F]
Even if we are a bit distant. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Come on!
_ _ _ [F] _
_ [C] These are my people.
[G] This is where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've [C] got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G] but it's real.
[Am] _ It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any other way.
_ These are [C] my people. [D] Yeah!
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] Yeah, we grew up down by the railroad [C] track shooting BBs in old beer [G] cans.
Choking on the smoke from a lucky strike somebody lifted off [C] of his old man.
We were football [Am] flunkies, southern [F] rock junkies cranking up the stereos.
[G] Singing loud and proud to gimme three [C] steps, simple man, and Curtis Lowe.
We were good, you know.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Got some discount [A] knowledge at the junior college where we majored in beer and girls.
[G] It was all real [A] funny till we ran out [F] of money and they threw us [C] out into the world.
Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this [F] town ain't a running much [C] of anything.
[G] Just loving and [Am] laughing and busting our [F] asses and we call it all [C] living the dream.
[F] These are my people.
[G] This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
It [C] ain't always pretty, [G] _ but it's real.
[Am] _ [G] It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any [C] other way.
These are my [Am] people.
_ _ _ [C] _ Where we take it all [Am] week on a chin with a [F] grin till we make it to a [C] Friday night.
And it's church league [Am] softball, holler about a [C] bad call, preacher breaking up the fight.
Then later [Am] on at the Greenlight [F] Tavern, well, everybody's [C] gathering as friends.
And the beers are [Am] full until Monday [F] morning and we start it all [C] over again.
And [F] these are my people.
[G]
This is [C] where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G] _
but it's real.
_ [Gm] It's the way we were [C] made, wouldn't have it any [F] other way.
[C] These are my people.
_ [G] We fall down and we get up.
We [F] walk around and we talk to us.
We [G] got heart and we got nerves.
_ _ [F]
Even if we are a bit distant. _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Come on!
_ _ _ [F] _
_ [C] These are my people.
[G] This is where I come [Am] from.
[F] We're giving this [G] life everything we've [C] got and then some.
[E] It ain't [F] always pretty, [G] but it's real.
[Am] _ It's the way we were [F] made, wouldn't have it any other way.
_ These are [C] my people. [D] Yeah!
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