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GI was on a bus coming back to us from CAtlanta on 5G3
GAnd I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine laying Dunderneath my seat
And I Gfound out the stuff they been playin us.. wasn?Ct made from grits aGnd bones
Gand it would take more then the crew cuts, and DPat Boone to take me Ghome
chorus:
GI want the real thing, give me the Creal thing
Make it Gloud, make you proud of the songs they Dsing
I don?t want youG under my roof with your 86 proof
watered dCown till it tastes like Gtea
your gonna Gpull my string make it the D7real Dthing for Gme
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 the sun was more then daylight shinning on Memphis Tennessee
and Luther, and Lewis, and Perkins was picking and a?playin them songs for me
(repeat chorus x2)
Gyour gonna pull my string make it theD7 real thing for Gme
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