Warren Haynes - Real thing
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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