The Real Thing - Hit Crew Masters

I was on a bus comin' back to us

From atlanta in '53

And I picked up a rhythm

And blues magazine

Layin' underneath my seat

And I found out the stuff

They'd been playin' us

Wasn't made from grits and bone

And it would take more than the crew cuts

And pat boone to take me home

I want the real thing

Give me the real thing

Make it loud I'll make you proud

Or the songs they'd sing

I don't want you under

My roof with your 86 proof

Watered down 'til it tastes like tea

You're gonna pull my string

Make it the real thing for me

I remember old elvis

When he forgot to remember to forget

And when young johnny cash

Hadn't seen this side of big river yet

And when sun was more than daylight shinin'

On memphis tennessee

And luther and lewis

And perkins was pickin'

And playin' them songs for me

I want the real thing

Give me the real thing

Make it loud I'll make you proud

Or the songs they'd sing

I don't want you under

My roof with your 86 proof

Watered down 'til it tastes like tea

You're gonna pull my string

Make it the real thing for me

I want the real thing

Give me the real thing

Make it loud I'll make you proud

Or the songs they'd sing

I don't want you under

My roof with your 86 proof

Watered down 'til it tastes like tea

You're gonna pull my string

Make it the real thing for me

You're gonna pull my string

Make it the real thing for me