i was on a bus coming back to us from atlanta in 53 and i picked up a rhythm blues magazine laying underneath my seat and i found out the stuff they d been playing us wasn t made from grits and bone and it would take more than the crew cuts and pat boone to take me home i want the real thing give me the real thing make it loud i ll make you proud or the songs they d sing i don t want you under my roof with your 86 proof watered down til it tastes like tea you re gonna pull my string make it the real thing i remember old elvis when he forgot to remember to forget and when young johnny cash hadn t seen this side of big river yet and old luther and lewis and perkins was picking and playing them songs for me 