Tono: G
Introducción:
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I was on a bus coming back to us from Atlanta on 53
G D
And I picked up a rhythm and blues magazine laying underneath my seat
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And I found out the stuff they been playin us.. wasn?t made from grits and bones
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and it would take more then the crew cuts, and Pat Boone to take me home
(chorus:)
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I want the real thing, give me the real thing
G D
Make it loud, make you proud of the songs they sing
G
I don?t want you under my roof with your 86 proof
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watered down till it tastes like tea
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your gonna pull my string make it the real thing for me
I remember old Elvis, when he forgot to remember to forget
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your gonna pull my string make it the real thing for me