intro: G C G D
G C G
I was on a bus coming back to us from Atlanta on 53
G D
And I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine laying underneath my seat
G C G
And I found out the stuff they been playin us.. wasn’t made from grits and bones
G D G
and it would take more then the crew cuts, and Pat Boone to take me home
(chorus:)
G C
I want the real thing, give me the real thing
G D
Make it loud, make you proud of the songs they sing
G
I don’t want you under my roof with your 86 proof
C G
watered down till it tastes like tea
G D7 D G
your gonna pull my string make it the real thing for me
I remember old Elvis, when he forgot to remember to forget
and when young Johnny Cash hadn’t seen this side of Big River yet
and when the sun was more then daylight shinning on Memphis Tennessee
and Luther, and Lewis, and Perkins was picking and a’playin them songs for me
(repeat chorus x2)
G D7 G
your gonna pull my string make it the real thing for me