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The Real thing(Warren Haynes) Tabbed by (Derek B.) The verses are for the most part Picked, The chorus, Break are strummed.
AmHe wore a song around his neck Like some mGedal of honor He cD9arried his wisdom like a kAmnife AmAn empty pocket was a temGporary chain D9addB Knowing you've got it coming AmAin't no crime AmEvery blue note that rolled off his tonGgue D9You could feel his soul twisting right in Amtwo AmNobody knew where he cGame from (strum)D9 Em7(strum) Ah but everybody knew, everybody knew Chorus: DmHe was the real thing CNo doubt about it DmThe kind that you remCember when they're Ggone DmThe real thing CPut here for a reason DmWe knew somCeday the wDmhole world CWas going to know Em7his name Am (back to picking) He was the real thing
Same chords as verses She whispered in his ear, and he heard the thunder Singing 'bout a world he never knew Head spinning round, he began to wonder Was he made to love her, or born to sing the blues He searched inside him for an answer But all he found was a troubled mind He left her somewhere on the blue highway Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind Chorus:
DmIt was the real thing CNo doubt about it DmThe kind that you reCmember when it's gGone DmThe real thing CNot like passion's fire DmBut a burning, smColdering, eDmternal fClame It was the Em7real thing
Break:
FAnd sometimes at nCight he longs for her wEm7hisper FBut he hides from the daCwn, 'cauFse he always wakes to fCind her Em7gone
(Back to picking verses): In some broken down dressing room in some major city The thunder plays an old familiar tune He spies a face of a distant angel Outside, beneath the halo moon Finger on the trigger, needle in the vein One more bullet, it might be your last ride This is ain't no no-show, this ain't no nervous breakdown And it sure as hell ain't the time to let the fool decide This is the real thing No doubt about it Who cares if they love you and you're gone This is the real thing So you were put here for a reason But what gives you the right to quit when you're tired Anyway boy, this ain't no game This is the real thing He wore a song around his neck Like some medal of honor He carried his wisdom like a knife