Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Real Thing, artist - Warren HayesAlbum song Live At Bonnaroo, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.06.2004
Record label: ATO
Song language: English
The Real Thing |
He wore a song around his neck like some medal of honor |
Carried his wisdom, lucky knife |
An empty pocket was a temporary chain |
Knowing you’ve got it coming, ain’t no crime |
Every blue note that rolled off his tongue |
You could feel his soul twisting right into |
Nobody knew where he came from |
Oh but everybody knew, everybody knew |
He was the real thing, no doubt about it |
The kind that you remember when they’re gone |
The real thing put here for a reason |
We knew someday the whole world was going to know his name |
Yeah, he was the real thing |
She whispered in his ear and he heard the thunder |
Singing 'bout a world he never knew |
Head spinning 'round, he began to wonder |
Was he made to love her or born to sing the blues |
He searched inside him for the answer |
But all he found was a troubled mind |
He left her somewhere on the blue highway |
But it wasn’t just another love that he left behind |
It was the real thing, no doubt about it |
The kind that you remember when he’s gone |
The real thing, not like passion’s fine |
But a burning, smoldering, oh, eternal flame |
And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper |
But he hides from the dawn |
'Cause he always wakes to find her gone |
In some broken down dressing room, in some major city |
The thunder plays an old familiar tune |
He spies the face of a distant angel |
Outside beneath the halo moon |
Finger on the trigger, needle in the vein |
One more bullet, it might be your last ride |
This is ain’t no, no, show, this ain’t no nervous breakdown |
And it sure as hell, ain’t the time to let the fool decide |
This is the real thing, no doubt about it |
Who cares if they love you when you’re gone |
This is the real thing, so you were put here for a reason |
But what gives you the right to quit when you’re tired |
Anyway boy, this ain’t no game |
This is the real thing |
He wore a song around his neck |
Like some medal of honor |
He carried his wisdom like a knife |