GEORGE STRAIT


The Real Thing Lyrics

I was on a bus comin' back to us
From Atlanta in '53
And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazine
Layin' underneath my seat
And I found out the stuff they'd been playin' us
Wasn't made from grits and bone
And it would take more than the Crew Cuts
And Pat Boone to take me home

I want the real thing
Give me the real thing
Make it loud I'll make you proud
Or the songs they'd sing
I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof
Watered down ''til it tastes like tea
You're gonna pull my string
Make it the real thing

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 old Luther and Lewis and Perkins was pickin
And playin' them songs for me

I want the real thing
Give me the real thing
Make it loud I'll make you proud
Or the songs they'd sing
I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof
Watered down 'til it tastes like tea
You're gonna pull my string
Make it the real thing

Correct these lyrics

Watch George Strait The Real Thing video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos
0b73a11e6bd58daf724167324cc47d33

check amazon for The Real Thing mp3 download

Songwriter(s): Bill Gould, Michael Allen Patton, Roddy Christopher Bottum, Michael Andrew Bordin, James Blanco Martin
Record Label(s): 2001 MCA Nashville, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc
Official lyrics by

Rate The Real Thing by George Strait (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "The Real Thing" song lyrics no entries yet
required
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters