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(I want) The real thing

Höfundur lags: C. Taylor Höfundur texta: C. Taylor Flytjandi: C. Taylor Sent inn af: gilsi
[E]Well I was on a bus coming back to us from [A]Atlanta in '5[E]3  
And I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine layin' [B]underneath my seat
And I[E]found out the stuff they were playin' us wasn't[A]made from grits and[E]bone
And it’ll take more than the Crewcuts and Pat [B]Boone to take me [E]home

I want the real thing, give me the [A]real thing
Make it [E] loud, and make you proud of the songs they [B]sing
I don't want you [E]under my roof with your 86 proof
Watered [A]down 'til it tastes like [E]tea  
You're gonna pull my string make it the [B]real thing for [E]me  

[E]I remember old Elvis when he forgot to [A]remember to [E]forget
And when young Johnny Cash hadn't seen this side of [B]Big River yet
And when [E]Sun was more than daylight shining on [A]Memphis, Tennes[E]see  
And Luther and Lewis and Perkins was pickin' and [B]playin' them songs for [E]me  

I want the real thing, give me the [A]real thing
Make it [E] loud, and make you proud of the songs they [B]sing
I don't want you [E]under my roof with your 86 proof
Watered [A]down 'til it tastes like [E]tea  
You're gonna pull my string make it the [B]real thing for [E]me  

I want the real thing, give me the [A]real thing
Make it [E] loud, and make you proud of the songs they [B]sing
I don't want you [E]under my roof with your 86 proof
Watered [A]down 'til it tastes like [E]tea  
You're gonna pull my string make it the [B]real thing for [E]me  
You're gonna [E]pull my string make it the [B]real thing for [E]me  

Well I was on a bus coming back to us from Atlanta in '53
And I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine layin' underneath my seat
And Ifound out the stuff they were playin' us wasn'tmade from grits andbone
And it’ll take more than the Crewcuts and Pat Boone to take me home

I want the real thing, give me the real thing
Make it loud, and make you proud of the songs they 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 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 Sun was more than daylight shining on Memphis, Tennessee
And 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, and make you proud of the songs they 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 for me

I want the real thing, give me the real thing
Make it loud, and make you proud of the songs they 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 for me
You're gonna pull my string make it the real thing for me

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