"The Real Thing" lyrics

He's got a hundred-dollar haircut
A knockoff Les Paul guitar
Sporting boots and jeans, he bought distressed
A country-western star
Nobody auto-tuned "Rainbow Stew" or "He Stopped Loving Her Today"
'Cause you can or you can't, you are or you ain't
The real thing

And all these shooters saying they're soldiers
Playing on people's fears
Like life's some kind of game for fame and tattoo tears
You're terrorists and gangsters, and you'll have hell to pay
The day you get to meet the real thing

Will the real thing please stand up?
The goin' done gone and gotten tough
Our short supply is drying up
Of the real thing, the real thing
It don't brag and it don't bluff
Won't give in and don't give up
'Cause you can or you can't, you are or you ain't
The real thing
The real thing

Yeah, my grandpa is ninety-six
And tough as Tarzan's feet
He grew up behind a plow
And faced hell on Omaha Beach
He talks about Joltin' Joe and Marciano
Like it was yesterday
But you outta see his eyes light up
When he talks about the woman he's loved for seventy years
When he says, "Son, that she's the real thing"

Oh, will the real thing please stand up?
The goin' done gone and gotten tough
Our short supply is drying up
Of the real thing, the real thing
It don't brag and it don't bluff
Won't give in and don't give up
'Cause you can or you can't, you are or you ain't
Baby, we can or we can't, we are or we ain't
The real thing

Are we the real thing?
I need the real thing
The real thing