CC I love real things built to lastF Hardwood floors and stone fireplacesC And looking back on the pastC Ice cold beer, fish that fight Wise, old bucksF And old timer's tellin' liesC FirefliesG Rainy days, I love them, I always haveF Screened in porches, my old, straw hatG C Smell of dogwoods, early signs of spring Real thingsC I love real things like a hard days workF Sinkin' my hands in fresh plowed dirtC And lovin' someone so much it hurtsC New strings on an old guitar Moonshine in a mason jarF C And just feelin' alive, at peace with who you areG Real things, I love 'em, I always have Like grandma's kitchenC And grandpa's laughG F Stealin' that first kiss on the front porch swingC G Real thingsAm F C It's a real things, that I come back to every yearAm F G C Like Christmas time with those that I hold dearAm When it's the real thingsF C F C The truth rings so loud and clearG For those with ears to hearC I want real things like I love youF Or an amen, from the very last pewC And I miss you dadC Son, I miss you tooG Real things, I love them, I always haveF Like the kinfolk shoes on a welcome matG F Sunday morning, hearing my mama singC F C F C Real things, I love those real thingsC Real things
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