Real Things Songtext
von Joe Nichols

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 day′s work
Sinkin' my hands in fresh ploughed 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 Christmastime with those that I hold dear
When it's the real things
The truth rings so loud and clear
For long 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 kinsfolk shoes on a welcome mat
Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing
Real things, I love those real things
Real things