[Verse 1] I was on a bus coming back to us From Atlanta in 53 And I picked up a Rhythm Blues magazine Laying underneath my seat And I found out the stuff theyd been playing us Wasnt made from grits and bone And it would take more than the Crew Cuts And Pat Boone to take me home [Chorus] I want the real thing Give me the real thing Make it loud Ill make you proud Or the songs theyd sing I dont want you under my roof with your 86 proof Watered down til it tastes like tea Youre gonna pull my string Make it the real thing [Verse 2] I remember old Elvis when he forgot To remember to forget And when young Johnny Cash hadnt seen this side of Big River yet And old Luther and Lewis and Perkins was picking And playing them songs for me See George Strait LiveGet tickets as low as 100You might also like[Chorus]
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