I was on a bus
comin' back to us
from Atlanta in '53
And I picked up a
Rhythm & Blues magazine
layin' underneath my seat
And I found out the stuff
they'd been playin' us
wasn't made from
grits 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
Make you proud
Of 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
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 shinin' on
Memphis Tennessee
And Luther and Lewis
and Perkins was a'pickin
And playin' them songs
for me
I want the real thing
Give me the real thing
Make it loud
Make you proud
Of 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
for me
I want the real thing
Give me the real thing
Make it loud
Make you proud
Of 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
for me
You're gonna
pull my string
Make it the real thing
for me
