Joe Nichols - Real Things Lyrics
I Love Real Things Built To LastHardwood Floors And Stone FireplacesAnd Looking Back On The PastIce Cold Beer, Fish That FightWise, Old BucksAnd Old Timer's Tellin' LiesFirefliesRainy Days, I Love Them, I Always HaveScreened In Porches, My Old, Straw HatSmell Of Dogwoods, Early Signs Of SpringReal ThingsI Love Real Things Like A Hard Days WorkSinkin' My Hands In Fresh Plowed DirtAnd Lovin' Someone So Much It HurtsNew Strings On An Old GuitarMoonshine In A Mason JarAnd Just Feelin' Alive, At Peace With Who You AreReal Things, I Love 'em, I Always HaveLike Grandma's KitchenAnd Grandpa's LaughStealin' That First Kiss On The Front Porch SwingReal ThingsIt's Them Real Things, That I Come Back To Every YearLike Christmas Time With Those That I Hold DearWhen It's The Real ThingsThe Truth Rings So Loud And ClearFor Those With Ears To HearI Want Real Things Like I Love YouOr An Amen, From The Very Last PewAnd I Miss You DadSon, I Miss You TooReal Things, I Love Them, I Always HaveLike The Kinfolk Shoes On A Welcome MatSunday Morning, Hearing My Mama SingReal Things, I Love Those Real ThingsReal Things
