Biografia:
"I've always been a big believer in tradition," declares James Wesley. "A lot of the old ways are the best ways: family, God, treating people right, doing what you're supposed to do. I think it's time to come back to what's real. That's what country music is about."
James Wesley puts those core values into his music with a whiskey-smooth voice and a timelessly winning way with a great country song. Wesley sings directly to real people about real
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Real (John Wesley)
http://www.jameswesleymusic.com/
Capo: 3
Intro: Bm G D A (twice)
G A Bm A
Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on tonight
G A Bm A
But reality shows about some folk's so-called lives
G A
A pretty girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose
D D/C# A/B A G
But she'll find love next year on her own show
A
And they call that real
Chorus
Bm G D A
Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years
Bm G D A
Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear
G
It's the first long tear down an old man's face,
A
watchin' his angel slippin' away
G A
His heart's so broke, it's never gonna heal
Bm G D A
I call that real
G A Bm A
Where I live, housewives don't act like that
G A Bm A
And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats
G A
Our amazin' race is beatin' the check
D D/C# A/B A G
Prayin' that the bank ain't ran it through yet
Chorus
Bm G D A
Real, like too much rain fallin' from the sky
Bm G D A
Real, like the drought that came around here last July
G
It's the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds,
A
the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds
G A
And the chance they take to bring us our next meal
Bm G D A
I call that real
Bm G D A
Real, like a job you lose 'cause it moves to Mexico
Bm G D A
Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go
Bm G D A
Like a little dream house with a big old foreclosed sign
Bm G D A
Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye
Bm G D A
I call that real
Bm G D A
Man, I call that real
Bm G D A
Oh, I call that real
Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm
http://www.jameswesleymusic.com/
Capo: 3
Intro: Bm G D A (twice)
G A Bm A
Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on tonight
G A Bm A
But reality shows about some folk's so-called lives
G A
A pretty girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose
D D/C# A/B A G
But she'll find love next year on her own show
A
And they call that real
Chorus
Bm G D A
Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years
Bm G D A
Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear
G
It's the first long tear down an old man's face,
A
watchin' his angel slippin' away
G A
His heart's so broke, it's never gonna heal
Bm G D A
I call that real
G A Bm A
Where I live, housewives don't act like that
G A Bm A
And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats
G A
Our amazin' race is beatin' the check
D D/C# A/B A G
Prayin' that the bank ain't ran it through yet
Chorus
Bm G D A
Real, like too much rain fallin' from the sky
Bm G D A
Real, like the drought that came around here last July
G
It's the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds,
A
the prayer they're sayin' when they plant the seeds
G A
And the chance they take to bring us our next meal
Bm G D A
I call that real
Bm G D A
Real, like a job you lose 'cause it moves to Mexico
Bm G D A
Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go
Bm G D A
Like a little dream house with a big old foreclosed sign
Bm G D A
Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye
Bm G D A
I call that real
Bm G D A
Man, I call that real
Bm G D A
Oh, I call that real
Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm G D A Bm
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