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The Real thing(Warren Haynes)
Tabbed by (Derek B.)
The verses are for the most part Picked, The chorus, Break are strummed.

Am                
He wore a song around his neck
           G
Like some medal of honor
    D9                        Am
He carried his wisdom like a knife
Am                       G          
An empty pocket was a temporary chain
D9addB                  
Knowing you've got it coming
Am
Ain't no crime
Am                                     G
Every blue note that rolled off his tongue
D9                                        Am
You could feel his soul twisting right in two
Am                    G
Nobody knew where he came from
(strum)D9                    Em7(strum)
Ah but everybody knew, everybody knew
Chorus:
Dm          
He was the real thing
C           
No doubt about it
Dm                   C                  G
The kind that you remember when they're gone
Dm     
The real thing
C
Put here for a reason
Dm         C         Dm      
We knew someday the whole world
C                 Em7 
Was going to know his name
                Am (back to picking)
He was the real thing

Same chords as verses
She whispered in his ear, and he heard the thunder
Singing 'bout a world he never knew
Head spinning round, he began to wonder
Was he made to love her, or born to sing the blues

He searched inside him for an answer
But all he found was a troubled mind
He left her somewhere on the blue highway
Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind
Chorus:
Dm
It was the real thing
C
No doubt about it
Dm                  C                 G
The kind that you remember when it's gone
Dm
The real thing
C 
Not like passion's fire
Dm               C          Dm      C
But a burning, smoldering, eternal flame
           Em7
It was the real thing

Break: 
F                 C                      Em7
And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper
F                       C       F                      C       Em7
But he hides from the dawn, 'cause he always wakes to find her gone

(Back to picking verses): 

In some broken down dressing room in some major city
The thunder plays an old familiar tune
He spies a face of a distant angel
Outside, beneath the halo moon

Finger on the trigger, needle in the vein
One more bullet, it might be your last ride
This is ain't no no-show, this ain't no nervous breakdown
And it sure as hell ain't the time to let the fool decide

This is the real thing
No doubt about it
Who cares if they love you and you're gone
This is the real thing
So you were put here for a reason
But what gives you the right to quit when you're tired
Anyway boy, this ain't no game
This is the real thing

He wore a song around his neck
Like some medal of honor
He carried his wisdom like a knife