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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 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

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 old Luther and Lewis and 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
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