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[Verse 1]
          G
They like ice cold beer and smokeless tobacco
    Am
and dancin' on a Saturday night,
D
church on Sunday mornin' and talkin' to Jesus,
        G
there's some that say that that ain't right.
Am                      D
I know for certain that nobody's perfect
    G             D/F#    Em
and they don't pretend to be,
             Am     D               G      D C  G*
I like those people   and they like me.

[Verse 2]
           G
Well, they may roll the dice but ain't life a gamble
    Am
and you may think that that's all wrong.
     D
They take what they're given, hard work and hard livin',
      G
right out of some old country song.
Am                       D
Jokes that they tell you might be off color
    G                D/F#          Em
but sometimes that's just what you need.
             Am     D               G        G
I like those people   and they like me.

[Chorus]
           C
They don't kick you when you're down,
Am                           G         G
judge you when you make a mistake.
            Am
They're the first to come around,
Am                       D           D
help you out whatever it takes.

[Verse 3]
            G
They're the salt of the earth, honest as rain,
  Am
a light when your world turns dark
          D
and if it falls on your shoulders
                               G
and you need to hide out, they won't tell a soul where you are.
      Am                       D
Yeah, they stick together like birds of a feather,
G              D/F#   Em
treat you like fami - ly.
                  Am     D               G         G
Hey, I like those people   and they like me.

[Chorus]
           C
They don't kick you when you're down,
Am                           G        G
judge you when you make a mistake.
            Am
They're the first to come around,
Am                      D           D*
help you at whatever it takes.

[Verse 3]
          G
Hey, it's ice cold beer, smokeless tobacco
    Am
and dancin' on a Saturday night,
        D
there's church on Sunday mornin' and talkin' to Jesus;
        G
there's some that say that that ain't right.
           Am            D
Hey, but I got a feelin' God up in heaven,
G                 D/F#          Em
thinks that's the way it should be.
             Am     D               G       G
I like these people   and they like me.

[Outro]
                   Am     D*              G             Am    D     G    D C  G
Yeah, I like these people   and they like me, they like me.