Real Things Joe Nichols
Intro: C
[C]I love real things built to last
Hardwood floors and stone firepl[F]aces
And looking back on the p[C]ast
[C]Ice cold beer, fish that fight
Wise, old bucks
And old timer's [F] tellin' lies
Firefl[C]ies
Ra[G]iny days, I love them, I always have
Screened in po[F]rches, my old, straw hat
S[G]mell of dogwoods, early signs of sp[C]ring
Real things
[C]I love real things like a hard days work
Sinkin' my hands in fresh plowed dirt[F]
And lovin' someone so m[C]uch it hurts
[C]New strings on an old guitar
Moonshine in a mason jar
And j[F]ust feelin' alive, at peace with who you a[C]re
R[G]eal things, I love 'em, I always have
Like grandma's kitchen
And grandpa's l[C]augh
St[G]ealin' that first kiss on the front p[F]orch swing
Real th[C]ings[G]
It's a r[Am]eal things, that I [F]come back to ev[C]ery year
Like Ch[Am]ristmas time [F] with those that [G]I hold d[C]ear
When it's the r[Am]eal things
The tr[F]uth rings [C]so loud and cl[F]ear[C]
For those with ears [G] to hear
I want r[C]eal things like I love you
Or an amen, from the very last pew[F]
And I miss you dad[C]
[C]Son, I miss you too
Real th[G]ings, I love them, I always have
Like the kinfolk sh[F]oes on a welcome mat
Sunday morning, [G] hearing my mama s[F]ing
Real th[C]ings, I l[F]ove those r[C]eal things[F-C]
[C]Real things
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