I love real things built to last Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces And looking back on the past
Ice cold beer, fish that fight Wise, old bucks And old timer's tellin' lies Fireflies
Rainy days, I love them, I always have Screened in porches, my old, straw hat Smell of dogwoods, early signs of spring Real things
I love real things like a hard days work Sinkin' my hands in fresh plowed dirt And lovin' someone so much it hurts
New strings on an old guitar Moonshine in a mason jar And just feelin' alive, at peace with who you are
Real things, I love 'em, I always have Like grandma's kitchen And grandpa's laugh Stealin' that first kiss on the front porch swing Real things
It's them real things, that I come back to every year Like Christmas time with those that I hold dear When it's the real things The truth rings so loud and clear For those with ears to hear
I want real things like I love you Or an amen, from the very last pew And I miss you dad Son, I miss you too
Real things, I love them, I always have Like the kinfolk shoes on a welcome mat Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing Real things, I love those real things Real things Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
