The Real Thing George Strait
The Real Thing
George Strait
intro: G C G D
[G]I was on a bus coming back to us from [C]Atlanta on 5[G]3
[G]And I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine laying [D]underneath my seat
And I [G]found out the stuff they been playin us wasnâ??[C]t made for grits an[G]d bones
[G]and it would take more then the crew cuts, and [D]Pat Boone to take me [G]home
(chorus:)
[G]I want the real thing, give me the [C]real thing
Make it [G]loud, make you proud of the songs they [D]sing
I donâ??t want y[G]ou under my roof with your 86 proof
watered d[C]own till it tastes like [G]tea
your gonna [G]pull my string make it the [D7]real [D]thing for [G]me
I remember old Elvis, when he forgot to remember to forget
and when young Johnny Cash hadnâ??t seen this side of Big River yet
and when the sun was more then daylight shinning on Memphis Tennessee
and Luther, and Louis, and Perkins was pinking and aâ??playin them songs for me
(repeat chorus x2)
[G]your gonna pull my string make it the[D7] real thing for [G]me
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