The Cadillac Three Real People song lyrics

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.