Capo: 3 Intro: B5 G5 D5 A5 (twice) G5 A5 B5 A5 Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on tonight G5 A5 B5 A5 But reality shows about some folk's so-called lives G5 A5 A pretty girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose D5 D5 A5 A5 G5 But she'll find love next year on her own show A5 And they call that real Chorus B5 G5 D5 A5 Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years B5 G5 D5 A5 Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear G5 It's the first long tear down an old man's face, A5 watchin' his angel slippin' away G5 A5 His heart's so broke, it's never gonna heal B5 G5 D5 A5 I call that real G5 A5 B5 A5 Where I live, housewives don't act like that G5 A5 B5 A5 And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats G5 A5 Our amazin' race is beatin' the check D5 D5 A5 A5 G5 Prayin' that the bank ain't ran it through yet Chorus B5 G5 D5 A5 Real, like too much rain fallin' from the sky B5 G5 D5 A5 Real, like the drought that came around here last July G5 It's the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds, A5 the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds G5 A5 And the chance they take to bring us our next meal B5 G5 D5 A5 I call that real B5 G5 D5 A5 Real, like a job you lose 'cause it moves to Mexico B5 G5 D5 A5 Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go B5 G5 D5 A5 Like a little dream house with a big old foreclosed sign B5 G5 D5 A5 Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye B5 G5 D5 A5 I call that real B5 G5 D5 A5 Man, I call that real B5 G5 D5 A5 Oh, I call that real B5 G5 D5 A5 B5 G5 D5 A5 B5 G5 D5 A5 B5
