The Real Thing
George Strait Lyrics


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I was on a bus coming back to us
From Atlanta in '53
And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazine
Laying underneath my seat
And I found out the stuff they'd been playing us
Wasn't made from grits and bone
And it would take more than the Crew Cuts
And Pat Boone to take me home

[Chorus]
I want the real thing
Give me the real thing
Make it loud I'll make you proud
Or the songs they'd sing
I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof
Watered down till it tastes like tea
You're gonna pull my string
Make it the real thing

I remember old Elvis when he forgot
To remember to forget
And when young Johnny Cash hadn't seen this side of
Big River yet
And old Luther and Lewis and Perkins was picking
And playing them songs for me





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In George Strait's song The Real Thing, he reflects on his passion for authentic and powerful music. He describes a moment when he realized the music he had grown up with was lacking in soul and substance. On a bus ride in 1953, he stumbled across a Rhythm & Blues magazine, which opened his eyes to a new world of music that was raw, authentic, and deeply emotional. He was struck by the realization that the music he had been listening to was just a watered-down imitation of the real thing, lacking the heart and soul of the music he had just discovered.


The chorus of the song is a plea for the real thing, for music that is not diluted or watered-down, but passionate, loud, and soul-stirring. Strait rejects anything that is not authentic, calling out those who would try to pass off a weak imitation as the real thing. He wants his music to be the genuine article, something that will make him proud, and that will not be diluted with anything less than the real thing.


Overall, The Real Thing is a song that celebrates the power and authenticity of music, and the need to reject anything that falls short of that standard. The song highlights Strait's own commitment to genuine and heartfelt music, and his willingness to seek out the real thing even when it may not be the most popular or accepted choice.


Line by Line Meaning

I was on a bus coming back to us
I was traveling back home on a bus


From Atlanta in '53
The journey back home from Atlanta took place in the year 1953


And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazine
I found a magazine about Rhythm and Blues music


Laying underneath my seat
The magazine was lying underneath my bus seat


And I found out the stuff they'd been playing us
I discovered that the music we were listening to wasn't genuine


Wasn't made from grits and bone
The music didn't originate from traditional Southern roots


And it would take more than the Crew Cuts
Just listening to popular music wasn't enough to satisfy me


And Pat Boone to take me home
I needed something more authentic and true to my roots to feel connected to my home


Chorus: I want the real thing Give me the real thing Make it loud I'll make you proud Or the songs they'd sing I don't want you under my roof with your 86 proof Watered down till it tastes like tea You're gonna pull my string Make it the real thing
I want authentic and genuine music that is not watered down with artificial flavors or influences. I want music that represents my roots and my identity. I want it to be bold and strong, and I will proudly listen and support it.


I remember old Elvis when he forgot
I recall a time when Elvis Presley had a memory lapse


To remember to forget
He forgot to remember to forget his past lover


And when young Johnny Cash hadn't seen this side of Big River yet
I also remember when Johnny Cash had not yet experienced this part of his life


And old Luther and Lewis and Perkins was picking And playing them songs for me
Luther, Lewis, and Perkins were playing their songs for me, and I appreciate their authentic music




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHIP TAYLOR

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