Real Lyrics - Real - James Wesley

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