Lirik Lagu Real Things Joe Nichols
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 Tellin' 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 Day′s Work
Sinkin' My Hands In Fresh Ploughed Dirt
And Lovin' Someone So Much It Hurts
New Strings On An Old Guitar
Moonshine In A Mason Jar
And Just Feelin′ Alive, At Peace With Who You Are
Real Things, I Love ′em, I Always Have
Like Grandma's Kitchen
And Grandpa′s Laugh
Stealin' That First Kiss On The Front Porch Swing
Real Things
It′s Them Real Things, That I Come Back To Every Year
Like Christmastime With Those That I Hold Dear
When It's The Real Things
The Truth Rings So Loud And Clear
For Long 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 Kinsfolk Shoes On A Welcome Mat
Sunday Morning, Hearing My Mama Sing
Real Things, I Love Those Real Things
Real Things
Hardwood Floors And Stone Fireplaces
And Looking Back On The Past
Ice-cold Beer, Fish That Fight
Wise, Old Bucks
And Old Timer′s Tellin' 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 Day′s Work
Sinkin' My Hands In Fresh Ploughed Dirt
And Lovin' Someone So Much It Hurts
New Strings On An Old Guitar
Moonshine In A Mason Jar
And Just Feelin′ Alive, At Peace With Who You Are
Real Things, I Love ′em, I Always Have
Like Grandma's Kitchen
And Grandpa′s Laugh
Stealin' That First Kiss On The Front Porch Swing
Real Things
It′s Them Real Things, That I Come Back To Every Year
Like Christmastime With Those That I Hold Dear
When It's The Real Things
The Truth Rings So Loud And Clear
For Long 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 Kinsfolk Shoes On A Welcome Mat
Sunday Morning, Hearing My Mama Sing
Real Things, I Love Those Real Things
Real Things
Joe Nichols
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2024-12-23 11:44:59
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