The Real Thing

I was on a bus comin' back to us
 From Atlanta in '53
 And I picked up a rhythm and 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, I'll make you proud
 Or 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
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 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, Perkins was pickin'
 And playin' them songs for me
 I want the real thing
 Give me the real thing
 Make it loud I'll 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
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 I want the real thing
 Give me the real thing
 Make it loud I'll 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