Real- James Wesley

  • Songwriters: Neal Lee Coty, Jimmy Melton

Five-hundred channels and there ain’t much on tonight
Except reality shows about some folk’s so-called lives
A pretty girl cries ’cause she don’t get a rose
But she’ll find love next year on her own show

And they call that real

Real is a hand you hold fifty-seven years
Real is a band of gold tremblin’ with fear
It’s the first long tear down an old man’s face, watchin’ his angel slippin’ away
His heart’s so broke, it’s never gonna heal

I call that real

Where I live, housewives don’t act like that
And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats
Our amazin’ race is beatin’ the check
Prayin’ that the bank ain’t ran it through yet

Real, like too much rain fallin’ from the sky
Real, like the drought that came around here last July
It’s the damn boll weevils and the market and the weeds, the prayer they’re sayin’ when they plant the seeds
And the chance they take to bring us our next meal

I call that real

Real, like a job you lose ’cause it moves to Mexico
Like a mama and a baby with no safe place to go
Like a little dream-house with a big old foreclosed sign
Like a flag-draped coffin and a twenty-one gun goodbye

I call that real
Man, I call that real
Oh, I call that real

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6 thoughts on “Real- James Wesley

  1. Yep. Lyrics depict real. And the real is likely gonna spread like jam and peanut butter on more and more folks. Spread, like to suffocate more and more, not provide nourishment. Thanks for sharing new artist…I’ve shared some old ones I remember. If you’re lucky…I’ll find a good one by Little Jimmy Dickens!!! But we will keep alerting and warning, and maybe we can keep thems that object to the goings on nostrils above the spread. This is a serious 🙂

  2. All he sings about does fit in pretty much with your post “Code of the West.” He’s got a few years on me, but been listening a long time when as we were both young men in the ’60’s. First listened to Little Jimmy Dickens in ’54 in delta country not far from banks of the ole Mississippi. Had one of them new fangledangled radios from Area 51, so could go outside and not bother the old folks. And that’s not funny 🙂

  3. As promised…Little Jimmy Dickens told us long ago, we are like little children to Momma government, we gotta take our old cold tater and wait. But will we really?

    Now it’s dung!

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