Real Life by Lincoln Brewster and Mia Fieldes If you're not familiar with the song, you may have to arrange the chords exactly where they're played since there are a couple spots where the words get kinda tricky. Otherwise, enjoy! Intro: G D/F# C

^GI still see the kid in me ^D/F#Building castles by the sea ^CAnd skipping rocks acr^Goss those ocean waves ^GStill building buoy rafts ^D/F#And sailing on the Kachemak ^CAnd running wild acr^Goss Alaskan plains

^BmAnd all my y^Cesterdays d^G/Don't se^Dem so long ago now ^BmAnd all thos^Ce early years ^G/Dwill always seem l^Dike home somehow

And it^G was real life, ^D/F#and it was real good It wa^Cs a place I took for granted 'cause^G/D I just never^D understood And ther^Ge was real pain, ^D/F#there were real tears But t^Che way my Mama loved me someho^G/Dw carried all^D those years It w^Gas ^D/F#real l^Cife, Oh^G it ^D/F#was rea^Cl life

^GI still see the kid in jeans ^D/F#But now he's standing next to me ^CNever thought that I'd^G have boys to raise ^GI don't have it figured out ^D/F#It still feels like playing house ^CAnd it's something I a^Gm learning everyday

^BmAnd all o^Cf my todays seem li^G/Dke they're ^Drushing by so fast A^Bmnd every t^Cime I look ar^G/Dound I pray that^D it will last

And ^Git's real lif^D/F#e, and it's real good And sometime^Cs I take it all for granted even th^G/Dough I never s^Dhould And ther^Ge is real pain, and^D/F# there are real tears But t^Che way my baby loves me someho^G/Dw carries all^D these years And th^Gis ^D/F#is real life

Interlude: Em C G D (2x) C

^GWhen I'm old and turning grey ^D/F#And my boys have moved away ^CWhen it's time for m^Ge to say goodbye ^GI hope I leave a legacy ^D/F#I hope that God is proud of me ^CI hope that I leave so^Gmething good behind

^BmAnd all m^Cy yesterdays are^G/D flashing right^D before my eyes An^Bmd I'm standing^C in God's pre^G/Dsence when^D I finally realize

This^G is real life^D/F#, this is real good It's a^C place I took for gr^G/Danted^D 'cause I just never understood And ther^Ge'll be no pain, an^D/F#d there'll be no tears 'Cause ^Cthe way my Father lo^G/Dves me is^D the reason I am here This^G is^D/F# real ^Clife, oh thi^Gs is^D/F# real l^Cife Oh t^Ghis^D/F# is re^Cal life

Lincoln Brewster - Real life