Текст песни George Strait - The Real Thing
George Strait - The Real Thing слова песни
(Chip Taylor)I was on a bus comin` back to usFrom Atlanta in `53And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazineLayin` underneath my seatAnd I found out the stuff they`d been playin` usWasn`t made from grits and boneAnd it would take more than the Crew CutsAnd Pat Boone to take me homeI want the real thingGive me the real thingMake it loud I`ll make you proudOr the songs they`d singI don`t want you under my roof with your 86 proofWatered down ``til it tastes like teaYou`re gonna pull my stringMake it the real thing for meI remember old Elvis when he forgotTo remember to forgetAnd when young Johnny Cash hadn`t seen this side of Big River yetAnd when sun was more than daylight shinin`on Memphis, TennesseeAnd old Luther and Lewis and Perkins was pickinAnd playin` them songs for meI want the real thingGive me the real thingMake it loud I`ll make you proudOr the songs they`d singI don`t want you under my roof with your 86 proofWatered down `til it tastes like teaYou`re gonna pull my stringMake it the real thing for me