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Real Thing

Bo Bice
 Am
 He wore a song around his neck
 G
Like some medal of honor
 D9Am
He carried his wisdom like a knife
 AmG
 An empty pocket was a temporary chain
 D9addB
 Knowing you've got it coming
 Am
 Ain't no crime
 AmG
 Every blue note that rolled off his tongue
 D9Am
 You could feel his soul twisting right in two
 AmG
 Nobody knew where he came from
(strum)D9 Em7(strum)
Ah but everybody knew, everybody knew
Chorus:
 Dm
 He was the real thing
 C
 No doubt about it
 DmCG
 The kind that you remember when they're gone
 Dm
 The real thing
 C
 Put here for a reason
 DmCDm
 We knew someday the whole world
 CEm7
 Was going to know his name
Am (back to picking)
He was the real thing

Same chords as verses
She whispered in his ear, and he heard the thunder
Singing 'bout a world he never knew
Head spinning round, he began to wonder
Was he made to love her, or born to sing the blues

He searched inside him for an answer
But all he found was a troubled mind
He left her somewhere on the blue highway
Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind
Chorus:
 Dm
 It was the real thing
 C
 No doubt about it
 DmCG
 The kind that you remember when it's gone
 Dm
 The real thing
 C
 Not like passion's fire
 DmCDmC
 But a burning, smoldering, eternal flame
 Em7
It was the real thing

Break:
 FCEm7
 And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper
 FCFCEm7
 But he hides from the dawn, 'cause he always wakes to find her gone

(Back to picking verses):

In some broken down dressing room in some major city
The thunder plays an old familiar tune
He spies a face of a distant angel
Outside, beneath the halo moon

Finger on the trigger, needle in the vein
One more bullet, it might be your last ride
This is ain't no no-show, this ain't no nervous breakdown
And it sure as hell ain't the time to let the fool decide

This is the real thing
No doubt about it
Who cares if they love you and you're gone
This is the real thing
So you were put here for a reason
But what gives you the right to quit when you're tired
Anyway boy, this ain't no game
This is the real thing

He wore a song around his neck
Like some medal of honor
He carried his wisdom like a knife


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