Bo Bice

Real Thing

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Am He wore a song around his neck
Like some m G edal of honor
He c D9 arried his wisdom like a k Am nife
Am An empty pocket was a tem G porary chain
D9addB Knowing you've got it coming
Am Ain't no crime
Am Every blue note that rolled off his ton G gue
D9 You could feel his soul twisting right in Am two
Am Nobody knew where he c G ame from
(strum)D9 Em7(strum)
Ah but everybody knew, everybody knew
Chorus:
Dm He was the real thing
C No doubt about it
Dm The kind that you rem C ember when they're G gone
Dm The real thing
C Put here for a reason
Dm We knew som C eday the w Dm hole world
C Was going to know Em7 his name
Am (back to picking)
He was the real thing
Same chords as verses
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 an answer
But all he found was a troubled mind
He left her somewhere on the blue highway
Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind
Chorus:
Dm It was the real thing
C No doubt about it
Dm The kind that you re C member when it's g G one
Dm The real thing
C Not like passion's fire
Dm But a burning, sm C oldering, e Dm ternal f C lame
It was the Em7 real thing
Break:
F And sometimes at n C ight he longs for her w Em7 hisper
F But he hides from the da C wn, 'cau F se he always wakes to f C ind her Em7 gone
(Back to picking verses):
In some broken down dressing room in some major city
The thunder plays an old familiar tune
He spies a 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 and 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