Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Things, artist - Joe Nichols. Date of issue: 20.07.2011
Song language: English
Real Things |
| I love real things built to last |
| Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces |
| And looking back on the past |
| Ice cold beer, fish that fight |
| Wise, old bucks |
| And old timer’s tellin' lies |
| Fireflies |
| Rainy days, I love them, I always have |
| Screened in porches, my old, straw hat |
| Smell of dogwoods, early signs of spring |
| Real things |
| I love real things like a hard days work |
| Sinkin' my hands in fresh plowed dirt |
| And lovin' someone so much it hurts |
| New strings on an old guitar |
| Moonshine in a mason jar |
| And just feelin' alive, at peace with who you are |
| Real things, I love 'em, I always have |
| Like grandma’s kitchen |
| And grandpa’s laugh |
| Stealin' that first kiss on the front porch swing |
| Real things |
| It’s them real things, that I come back to every year |
| Like Christmas time with those that I hold dear |
| When it’s the real things |
| The truth rings so loud and clear |
| For those with ears to hear |
| I want real things like I love you |
| Or an amen, from the very last pew |
| And I miss you dad |
| Son, I miss you too |
| Real things, I love them, I always have |
| Like the kinfolk shoes on a welcome mat |
| Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing |
| Real things, I love those real things |
| Real things |