Real People Songtext
von The Cadillac Three

Pretty girls, pickup trucks, whiskey drink, a good buzz
Small town, red clay, paycheck, Friday
Hot sauce, cold beer, the way they talk around here
Old boots, ball cap, little tiny dot on the state map


Speakers in the back of Jimmy's '85 Regal
Smoke blowing out the window, no, it ain't legal
(Don't give a damn what you think)
I'm talking real people
Mama's on the front porch threading that needle
Daddy spent his life running from the church steeple.
(Don't give a damn what you think)
I'm talking real people

Stop sign, bullet holes, small mouth, fishing poles
Grandpa waving, Jesus still saving
BC's powder, V8 power
Neighbors gonna lend a hand, well, hell yeah, I'm American

When we're living like we want, that means we made it
When it runs through your soul, there's no way to fake it.
When we're living like we want, that means we made it
When it runs through your soul, there's no way to fake it.