Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real, artist - James Wesley
Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Song language: English
Real |
Five-hundred channels and there ain’t much on tonight |
Except reality shows about some folk’s so-called lives |
A pretty girl cries 'cause she don’t get a rose |
But she’ll find love next year on her own show |
And they call that real |
Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years |
Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear |
It’s the first long tear down an old man’s face, watchin' his angel slippin' |
away |
His heart’s so broke, it’s never gonna heal |
I call that real |
Where I live, housewives don’t act like that |
And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats |
Our amazin' race is beatin' the check |
Prayin' that the bank ain’t ran it through yet |
Real, like too much rain fallin' from the sky |
Real, like the drought that came around here last July |
It’s the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds |
The prayer they’re sayin' when they plant the seeds |
And the chance they take to bring us our next meal |
I call that real |
Real, like a job you lose 'cause it moves to Mexico |
Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go |
Like a little dream-house with a big old foreclosed sign |
Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye |
I call that real |
Man, I call that real |
Oh, I call that real |