Wrestling is Real
Daddy was a referee, down at the local armory
He rang the bell with a hammer, and he kept the time
And he broke up more than one fight, In the ring and in the stands
Had to get his hammer back, when a bad guy shoved it in his pants
Us kids were kicking and hollering, and copying the moves
We all knew it would be a day of reckoning
It was a highlight of every week, on Saturday night, it was
Mid-Atlantic Championship Heavy weight professional wrestling
The legend's clear in my mind of old Haystack Calhoun
In coveralls he stood six four and he weighed 602
There was Johnny Weaver, Wahoo McDaniel, and Thunderbolt Patterson
I was more than believing the good guys would never loose
And I know it's not for everyone, it's just for the fans
Who come out to the ring, whenever they get a chance
And You can make fun of anything
It's not hard to do
But how would you feel, if Haystack did a pile driver on you
And Looking through my childhood eyes
You'll have a different take
Cause wrestling is real
Don't you ever call it fake
Well, a lot of people say, it ain't what it used to be
Since back in the day, of black and white TV
And they call it entertainment, but we take it seriously
And I didn't have to buy a ticket, my daddy was a referee
And I know it's not for everyone it's just for the fans
Who come out to the ring whenever they get a chance
And you can make fun of anything
It's not hard to do
But how would you feel if Haystack did a headlock on you
And Looking through my childhood eyes
You'll have a different take
Cause wrestling is real
Don't you ever call it fake
We've still Got Charlotte Elizabeth keeping the flame of Flair
And take a headbutt form Hulk Hogan or Stone Cold if you dare
And chairs were flung and bones were broken beyond all repair
In my childhood dreams the good guys win, and there's only fair and square
But we don't have Abe Jacob's anymore
With that Kiwi Roll
But in that ring up in the sky
Those greats are never growing old
And I know it's not for everyone it's just for the fans
Who come out to the ring whenever they get a chance
And you can make fun of anything
It's not hard to do
But how would you feel if Haystack did a brain buster on you
And Looking through my childhood eyes
You'll have a different take
Cause wrestling is real
Don't you ever make that mistake
Don't you ever call it fake
He rang the bell with a hammer, and he kept the time
And he broke up more than one fight, In the ring and in the stands
Had to get his hammer back, when a bad guy shoved it in his pants
Us kids were kicking and hollering, and copying the moves
We all knew it would be a day of reckoning
It was a highlight of every week, on Saturday night, it was
Mid-Atlantic Championship Heavy weight professional wrestling
The legend's clear in my mind of old Haystack Calhoun
In coveralls he stood six four and he weighed 602
There was Johnny Weaver, Wahoo McDaniel, and Thunderbolt Patterson
I was more than believing the good guys would never loose
And I know it's not for everyone, it's just for the fans
Who come out to the ring, whenever they get a chance
And You can make fun of anything
It's not hard to do
But how would you feel, if Haystack did a pile driver on you
And Looking through my childhood eyes
You'll have a different take
Cause wrestling is real
Don't you ever call it fake
Well, a lot of people say, it ain't what it used to be
Since back in the day, of black and white TV
And they call it entertainment, but we take it seriously
And I didn't have to buy a ticket, my daddy was a referee
And I know it's not for everyone it's just for the fans
Who come out to the ring whenever they get a chance
And you can make fun of anything
It's not hard to do
But how would you feel if Haystack did a headlock on you
And Looking through my childhood eyes
You'll have a different take
Cause wrestling is real
Don't you ever call it fake
We've still Got Charlotte Elizabeth keeping the flame of Flair
And take a headbutt form Hulk Hogan or Stone Cold if you dare
And chairs were flung and bones were broken beyond all repair
In my childhood dreams the good guys win, and there's only fair and square
But we don't have Abe Jacob's anymore
With that Kiwi Roll
But in that ring up in the sky
Those greats are never growing old
And I know it's not for everyone it's just for the fans
Who come out to the ring whenever they get a chance
And you can make fun of anything
It's not hard to do
But how would you feel if Haystack did a brain buster on you
And Looking through my childhood eyes
You'll have a different take
Cause wrestling is real
Don't you ever make that mistake
Don't you ever call it fake
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Writer(s): Grayson Drum
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