Martin Sexton - Real man

In a ^Dworkin' man's dream. I^Am7 found my simple truth ^CThere in the dark on the ^Gtop of my roof As the ^Dcity's blue sound swept ^Am7up from down under ^CHeat lightening flashed. ^GGot me to wonder Are the ^Dtroubles that life has ^Am7seen fit to give me ^CThere to regret or ^Gthere to remind me

I'm ^Dreal^Am7. ^{C G} I'm a ^Dreal^Am7 m^Can. ^G

For ^Dso many years I beli^Am7eved I was broken ^CSo medicine sweet and the ^Gleaves I was smoking ^DTold me I was strong, ^Am7righteous and firm ^CBut only if I comply and ^Gstay in the terms With the d^Deal made between w^Am7eakness and shame To ^Cshelter me from the ^Gprice of my pain

^DI'm r^Am7eal. ^{C G} I'm a ^Drea^Am7l ^Cman , ^Gyes I am.

And I'll ^Cdo everything a man p^Gossibly can To make a d^Difference I'll s^Cave my s^Goul if you give me the ^Achance I'll ^Crectify my ^Gdreams if you ^Dlet me see my way ^Am7clear ^{C G}

As I ^Dthank my higher power for ^Am7all that she'd done I s^Cing to the water towers and ^Gto the rising sun For every ^Dwoman or car crash that ever b^Am7roke me in two For s^Chowing me that there's always a^G way through

And that I'm a ^Dreal^Am7 m^Can, yes^G I am. ^DI'm^Am7 a re^Cal ^Gman