Real Acordes

	  
 


Intro: Bm  G  D  A  (twice) 


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Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on tonight 
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But reality shows about some folk's so-called lives 
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A pretty girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose 
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But she'll find love next year on her own show 
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And they call that real 



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Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years 
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Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear 
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It's the first long tear down an old man's face, 
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 watchin' his angel slippin' away 
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His heart's so broke, it's never gonna heal 
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I call that real 



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Where I live, housewives don't act like that 
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And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats 
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Our amazin' race is beatin' the check 
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Prayin' that the bank ain't ran it through yet 



Bm        G             D           A 
Real, like too much rain fallin' from the sky 
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Real, like the drought that came around here last July 
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It's the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds, 
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the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds 
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And the chance they take to bring us our next meal 
           Bm      G    D     A 
I call that real 



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Real, like a job you lose 'cause it moves to Mexico 
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Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go 
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Like a little dream house with a big old foreclosed sign 
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Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye 
           Bm    G   D   A 
I call that real 
                Bm     G   D   A 
Man, I call that real 
               Bm     G   D   A 
Oh, I call that real 
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