Trisha Yearwood - Real live woman

I don't ^Gbuy the lines in magazines ^C That tell me what I've gotta be Don't ^Am7base my life on a movie screen I don't^D fit the mould society has ^Gplanned ^Am7

Don't ^Gneed to be nineteen years old ^C Or starve myself for some weight I'm told Will turn men's heads^Am7 down that road And I thank god I ^Dfinally know ^Gjust who I am ^C

They ^Gnever see the view from ^E7where they are ^Am And this old town may ^Dbe as far as I'm ^Ggoing What he'll ^Chold tonight in his hands ^G He swears is so much ^E7better than ^A7 Anything that this old world^D can show him

I'm a ^Greal (real) ^Dlive (live) ^Cwoman In love with this man I see ^Glying here next to me ^Em Lost in the ^Dway that's he's ^Cholding me This ^Greal (real) ^Dlive (live)^C woman In the arms of a man where I'll ^Gfall asleep knowing there's ^Em Nothing on ^Dearth he loves^C more than This real (real) ^Dlive (live)^G woman ^{C Cadd9}

I ^Gwork nine to five and can't relate To ^Cmillionaires who somehow fate Has ^Am7smiled upon and fortune made Their^D7 common lives a better place^G to be ^C

I no longer justify ^G Reasons for the way that I be^Chave ^{D C} I offer no apologies ^G For the things that I believe and ^Csay ^Cadd9 And I like it that way ^D

'Cause I'm a ^Greal (real) ^Dlive (live) ^Cwoman In love with this man I see ^Glying here next to me ^Em Lost in the ^Dway that's he's ^Cholding me This ^Greal (real) ^Dlive (live)^C woman In the arms of a man where I'll ^Gfall asleep knowing there's ^Em Nothing on ^Dearth he loves^C more than This real (real) ^Dlive (live)^G woman (wom^Can) ^{Cadd9 G}