George Strait - The Real Thing lyrics
[George Strait - The Real Thing lyrics]
From Atlanta in '53
And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazine
Laying underneath my seat
And I found out the stuff
They'd been playing us
Wasn't made from grit's 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 picking
And playing them songs for me