Joe Nichols - Real things

^CI love real things built to last Hardwood floors and stone firepl^Faces And looking back on the p^Cast

^CIce cold beer, fish that fight Wise, old bucks And old timer's ^F tellin' lies Firefl^Cies

Ra^Giny days, I love them, I always have Screened in po^Frches, my old, straw hat S^Gmell of dogwoods, early signs of sp^Cring

^CI love real things like a hard days work Sinkin' my hands in fresh plowed dirt ^F And lovin' someone so m^Cuch it hurts

^CNew strings on an old guitar Moonshine in a mason jar And j^Fust feelin' alive, at peace with who you a^Cre

R^Geal things, I love 'em, I always have Like grandma's kitchen And grandpa's l^Caugh St^Gealin' that first kiss on the front p^Forch swing Real th^Cings ^G

It's a r^Ameal things, that I ^Fcome back to ev^Cery year Like Ch^Amristmas time ^F with those that ^GI hold d^Cear When it's the r^Ameal things The tr^Futh rings ^Cso loud and cl^Fear ^C For those with ears ^G to hear

I want r^Ceal things like I love you Or an amen, from the very last pew ^F And I miss you dad ^{C C}Son, I miss you too

Real th^Gings, I love them, I always have Like the kinfolk sh^Foes on a welcome mat Sunday morning, ^G hearing my mama s^Fing Real th^Cings, I l^Fove those r^Ceal things ^{F C C}Real things