Joe Nichols - Real Things lyrics

I love real things built to last

Hardwood floors and stone fireplaces

And looking back on the past

Ice cold beer, fish that fight

Wise, old bucks

And old timer's telling lies

Fireflies

Rainy days, I love them, I always have

Screened in porches, my old, straw hat

Smell of dogwoods, early signs of spring

Real things

I love real things like a hard days work

Sinking my hands in fresh plowed dirt

And loving someone

So much it hurts

New strings on an old guitar

Moonshine in a mason jar

And just feeling alive

At peace with who you are

Real things, I love 'em, I always have

Like grandma's kitchen

And grandpa's laugh

Stealing that first kiss on the front porch swing

Real things

It's them real things, that I come back to every year

Like Christmas time with those that I hold dear

When it's the real things

The truth rings so loud and clear

For those with ears to hear

I want real things like I love you

Or an amen, from the very last pew

And I miss you dad

Son, I miss you too

Real things, I love them, I always have

Like the kinfolk shoes on a welcome mat

Sunday morning, hearing my mama sing

Real things, I love those real things

Real things