Real Thing
Warren HaynesVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
He wore a song around his neck
Like some medal of honor
He carried his wisdom like a 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 in two
Nobody knew where he came from
Ah 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
He was the real thing
Same chords as verses
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 an answer
But all he found was a troubled mind
He left her somewhere on the blue highway
Oh 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 it's gone
The real thing
Not like passion's fire
But a burning, smoldering, eternal flame
It was the real thing
And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper
But he hides from the dawn, 'cause he always wakes to find her gone
(Back to picking verses):
In some broken down dressing room in some major city
The thunder plays an old familiar tune
He spies a 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 and 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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Readable chord sheet for Real Thing by Warren Haynes
[Am]He wore a song around his neck Like some m[G]edal of honor He c[D9]arried his wisdom like a k[Am]nife [Am]An empty pocket was a tem[G]porary chain [D9add]Knowi[B]ng you've got it coming [Am]Ain't no crime [Am]Every blue note that rolled off his ton[G]gue [D9]You could feel his soul twisting right in [Am]two [Am]Nobody knew where he c[G]ame from Ah but [D9]everybody knew, everyb[Em7]ody knew [Dm]He was the real thing [C]No doubt about it [Dm]The kind that you rem[C]ember when they're [G]gone [Dm]The real thing [C]Put here for a reason [Dm]We knew som[C]eday the w[Dm]hole world [C]Was going to know [Em7]his name He was the real [Am]thing Same chords as verses 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 an answer But all he found was a troubled mind He left her somewhere on the blue highway Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind [Dm]It was the real thing [C]No doubt about it [Dm]The kind that you re[C]member when it's g[G]one [Dm]The real thing [C]Not like passion's fire [Dm]But a burning, sm[C]oldering, e[Dm]ternal f[C]lame It was the [Em7]real thing [F]And sometimes at n[C]ight he longs for her w[Em7]hisper [F]But he hides from the da[C]wn, 'cau[F]se he always wakes to f[C]ind her [Em7]gone (Back to picking verses): In some broken down dressing room in some major city The thunder plays an old familiar tune He spies a 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 and 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