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The Real Thing Lyrics - Singles - Warren Haynes

He wore a song around his neck like some medal of honor 

Carried his wisdom, lucky knife 

An empty pocket was a temporary chain 

Knowing you've got it coming, ain't no crime 

 

Every blue note that rolled off his tongue 

You could feel his soul twisting right into 

Nobody knew where he came from 

Oh but everybody knew, everybody knew 

 

He was the real thing, no doubt about it 

The kind that you remember when they're gone 

The real thing put here for a reason 

We knew someday the whole world was going to know his name 

Yeah, he was the real thing 

 

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 the answer 

But all he found was a troubled mind 

He left her somewhere on the blue highway 

But it wasn't just another love that he left behind 

 

It was the real thing, no doubt about it 

The kind that you remember when he's gone 

The real thing, not like passion's fine 

But a burning, smoldering, oh, eternal flame 

 

And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper 

But he hides from the dawn 

'Cause he always wakes to find her gone 

 

In some broken down dressing room, in some major city 

The thunder plays an old familiar tune 

He spies the 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 when 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 

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