E A E
I was on a bus coming back to us from Atlanta in 53'
E B7
And I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine laying underneath my seat
E
And I found out the stuff they'd been playing us
A E
wasn't made from girts and bone
B7 E
And it would take more than the crewcuts and Pat Boone to take me home
Chorus:
E A
I want the Real Thing, Give me the Real Thing
E B7
Make it loud and I'll make you proud of the songs they sing
E
I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof
A E
watered down till it tastes like tea
B7 E
You're gonna pull my string make it the Real Thing for me
E A E
I remember old Elvis when he forgot to remember to forget
E B7
And when young Johnny Cash hadn't seen this side of Big River yet
E A E
And when Sun was more than daylight shining on Memphis Tennessee
And Luther, and Lewis, and Perkins was picking
B7 E
and playing them songs for me
Repeat Chorus (2x)
B7 E
You're gonna pull my string make it the Real Thing for me
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