I was on a bus comin' back to us
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From Atlanta in '53
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And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazine
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Layin' underneath my seat
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And I found out the stuff they'd been playin' us
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Wasn't made from grits and bone
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And it would take more than the Crew Cuts
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And Pat Boone to take me home
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I want the real thing
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Give me the real thing
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Make it loud I'll make you proud
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Or the songs they'd sing
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I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof
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Watered down ''til it tastes like tea
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You're gonna pull my string
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Make it the real thing
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I remember old Elvis when he forgot
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To remember to forget
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And when young Johnny Cash hadn't seen this side of
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Big River yet
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And old Luther and Lewis and Perkins was pickin
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And playin' them songs for me
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I want the real thing
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Give me the real thing
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Make it loud I'll make you proud
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Or the songs they'd sing
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I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof
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Watered down 'til it tastes like tea
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You're gonna pull my string
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Make it the real thing
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The Real Thing
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| George Strait |
