Real (John Wesley) http://www.jameswesleymusic.com/ Capo: 3 Intro: Bm G D A (twice) G A Bm A Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on tonight G A Bm A But reality shows about some folk's so-called lives G A A pretty girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose D D/C# A/B A G But she'll find love next year on her own show A And they call that real Chorus Bm G D A Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years Bm G D A Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear G It's the first long tear down an old man's face, A watchin' his angel slippin' away G A His heart's so broke, it's never gonna heal Bm G D A I call that real G A Bm A Where I live, housewives don't act like that G A Bm A And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats G A Our amazin' race is beatin' the check D D/C# A/B A G Prayin' that the bank ain't ran it through yet Chorus Bm G D A Real, like too much rain fallin' from the sky Bm G D A Real, like the drought that came around here last July G It's the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds, A the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds G A And the chance they take to bring us our next meal Bm G D A I call that real Bm G D A Real, like a job you lose 'cause it moves to Mexico Bm G D A Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go Bm G D A Like a little dream house with a big old foreclosed sign Bm G D A Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye Bm G D A I call that real Bm G D A Man, I call that real Bm G D A Oh, I call that real Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm