From: [email protected] (Sam Booker)
Subject: PRO:this_love_is_real by john prine
Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 14:45:32 -0700 (MST)
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{t:This Love Is Real}
{st:(John Prine/Lee Clayton)}
{st:From the John Prine album «Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings» ( Oh Boy Records, 1995)}
{ci:Intro:}
[D]
[D]I can taste your li[A]pstick in the w[D]ine,
[G]I can feel your h[A]eartbeat close to m[D]ine.
W[G]ith your love wrapped a[A]round me,
I’m [D]sile[C]nt and st[G]ill.
[C] [G] [C] [G]
I [G]know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal.
[D]I have tasted other l[A]ips I thought were t[D]rue,
I have lo[G]oked into the e[A]yes I thought were y[D]ou.
Now [G]touching j[A]ust to touch,
And fe[D]eling j[C]ust to f[G]eel,
[C] [G] [C] [G]
I [G]know that th[A]is love is r[D]eal.
{ci:Instrumental:}
[D] [A] [D] [G] [A] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C]
[G]
[G] [A] [D]
[Bm]Someone should tell our dreams when love is g[A]one,
[Bm]While still in slumber, memories linger [A]on
[Bm]Sometimes I lie awake in bed till da[A]wn,
Thinking of y[G]ou, now you’re g[A]one
[D]Tender is the h[A]eart that sleeps in re[D]st,
Te[G]nder is the h[A]ope of tende[D]rness
L[G]ove thy neighbor as thy[A]self
And t[D]hou sh[C]all not st[G]eal [C] [G] [C] [G]
I[G] know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal.
L[G]ove thy neighbor as thy[A]self
And t[D]hou sh[C]all not st[G]eal [C] [G] [C] [G]
I[G] know that t[A]his love is r[D]eal. [G] [D]
