Doug Pinson - Song Of My People

This is the song of my people
Sittin' on the front porch sippin' on a cold Bud Light
We keep the melody simple
Windchimes dancing and a bug zapper flashin' bright
Fire up the truck, ice down a cooler full of beer
Hear that gravel grind as we get outta here

We sing this song on Friday night 'til sunrise Sunday morning
Riding from the party to the building with the tall white steeple
This is the song of my people

This is the song of my people
Rooster crowin' coffee pourin' engine roarin' clockin' in
I need a melody simple
Drown the noise with a fiddle and mandolin
I hear the sweet sound of that five o'clock bell
Ready to hit the road and raise some hell

We sing this song on Friday night 'til sunrise Sunday morning
Riding from the party to the building with the tall white steeple
This is the song of my people

Some sing it right
Some sing it wrong
But it don't matter as long as you sing along

We sing our song all day and night 'til sunrise every morning
Oh....this is the song of my people

Written by:
Aaron Crane, Doug Pinson, Carl Stuck

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