Real Things
I love real things built to last
Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces
And looking back on the past
Ice-cold beer, fish that fight
Wise, old bucks
And old timer's tellin' lies
Fireflies
Rainy days, I love them, I always have
Screened in porches, my old, straw hat
Smell of dogwoods, early signs of spring
Real things
I love real things like a hard day's work
Sinkin' my hands in fresh ploughed dirt
And lovin' someone so much it hurts
New strings on an old guitar
Moonshine in a mason jar
And just feelin' alive, at peace with who you are
Real things, I love 'em, I always have
Like grandma's kitchen
And grandpa's laugh
Stealin' that first kiss on the front porch swing
Real things
It's them real things, that I come back to every year
Like Christmastime with those that I hold dear
When it's the real things
The truth rings so loud and clear
For long with ears to hear
I want real things like I love you
Or an amen, from the very last pew
And I miss you dad
Son, I miss you too
Real things, I love them, I always have
Like the kinsfolk shoes on a welcome mat
Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing
Real things, I love those real things
Real things
Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces
And looking back on the past
Ice-cold beer, fish that fight
Wise, old bucks
And old timer's tellin' lies
Fireflies
Rainy days, I love them, I always have
Screened in porches, my old, straw hat
Smell of dogwoods, early signs of spring
Real things
I love real things like a hard day's work
Sinkin' my hands in fresh ploughed dirt
And lovin' someone so much it hurts
New strings on an old guitar
Moonshine in a mason jar
And just feelin' alive, at peace with who you are
Real things, I love 'em, I always have
Like grandma's kitchen
And grandpa's laugh
Stealin' that first kiss on the front porch swing
Real things
It's them real things, that I come back to every year
Like Christmastime with those that I hold dear
When it's the real things
The truth rings so loud and clear
For long with ears to hear
I want real things like I love you
Or an amen, from the very last pew
And I miss you dad
Son, I miss you too
Real things, I love them, I always have
Like the kinsfolk shoes on a welcome mat
Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing
Real things, I love those real things
Real things
Credits
Writer(s): John Brown, William Dean
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Honky Tonks and Country Songs
- Better Than You - Single
- Doin' Life with You - Single
- Bottle It Up
- Bottle It Up - Single
- Rooster / Country Boy Can Survive (Mashup) - Single
- Rooster / Country Boy Can Survive (Mashup)
- O Come All Ye Faithful - Single
- Good Day for Living (Acoustic)
- Brokenhearted (Single Version)
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