The Real thing(Warren Haynes)
Tabbed by (Derek B.)
The verses are for the most part Picked, The chorus, Break are strummed.

Am (x02210@1)              
He wore a song around his neck
           GLike (320003@1)some medal of honor
    D9                        AmHe (x02210@1)carried his wisdom like a knife
Am (x02210@1)                     G (320003@1)        
An empty pocket was a temporary chain
D9addB                  
Knowing you've got it coming
AmAin't (x02210@1)no crime
Am (x02210@1)                                   GEvery (320003@1)blue note that rolled off his tongue
D9                                        AmYou (x02210@1)could feel his soul twisting right in two
Am (x02210@1)                  GNobody (320003@1)knew where he came from
(strum)D9                    Em7(strum)
Ah but everybody knew, everybody knew
Chorus:
Dm (xx0231@1)        
He was the real thing
C (x32010@1)         
No doubt about it
Dm (xx0231@1)                 C (x32010@1)                GThe (320003@1)kind that you remember when they're gone
Dm (xx0231@1)   
The real thing
CPut (x32010@1)here for a reason
Dm (xx0231@1)       C (x32010@1)       Dm (xx0231@1)    
We knew someday the whole world
C (x32010@1)               Em7 
Was going to know his name
                Am(back (x02210@1)to picking)
He was the real thing

Same chords as verses
She whispered in his ear, and he heard the thunder
Singing 'bout a world he never knew
Head spinning round, he began to wonder
Was he made to love her, or born to sing the blues

He searched inside him for an answer
But all he found was a troubled mind
He left her somewhere on the blue highway
Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind
Chorus:
DmIt (xx0231@1)was the real thing
CNo (x32010@1)doubt about it
Dm (xx0231@1)                C (x32010@1)               GThe (320003@1)kind that you remember when it's gone
DmThe (xx0231@1)real thing
C (x32010@1)Not like passion's fire
Dm (xx0231@1)             C (x32010@1)        Dm (xx0231@1)    CBut (x32010@1)a burning, smoldering, eternal flame
           Em7
It was the real thing

Break: 
F (133211@1)               C (x32010@1)                    Em7
And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper
F (133211@1)                     C (x32010@1)     F (133211@1)                    C (x32010@1)     Em7
But he hides from the dawn, 'cause he always wakes to find her gone

(Back to picking verses): 

In some broken down dressing room in some major city
The thunder plays an old familiar tune
He spies a face of a distant angel
Outside, beneath the halo moon

Finger on the trigger, needle in the vein
One more bullet, it might be your last ride
This is ain't no no-show, this ain't no nervous breakdown
And it sure as hell ain't the time to let the fool decide

This is the real thing
No doubt about it
Who cares if they love you and you're gone
This is the real thing
So you were put here for a reason
But what gives you the right to quit when you're tired
Anyway boy, this ain't no game
This is the real thing

He wore a song around his neck
Like some medal of honor
He carried his wisdom like a knife