Real Gone - Honor Society

Real, real gone I got hit by a bow and arrow Got me down to the very marrow And I'm real, real gone Real, real gone I can't stand up by myself Don't you know I need your help And I'm real, real gone Some people say You can make it on your own Oh, you can make it if you try I know better now You can't stand up alone Oh, baby, that is why I'm real, real gone I can't stand up by myself Don't you know I need your help You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone And Sam Cooke is on the radio And the night is filled with space And your fingertips touch my face You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone Oh, Lord, I got hit by a bow and arrow Got me down to the very marrow You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone Wilson Picket said "In the midnight hour, that's when my love comes tumbling down" Solomon Burke said "If you need me, why don't you call me" James Brown said "When you're tired of what you got, try me" Gene Chandler said "There's a rainbow in my soul"

Real, real gone I got hit by a bow and arrow Got me down to the very marrow And I'm real, real gone Real, real gone I can't stand up by myself Don't you know I need your help And I'm real, real gone Some people say You can make it on your own Oh, you can make it if you try I know better now You can't stand up alone Oh, baby, that is why I'm real, real gone I can't stand up by myself Don't you know I need your help You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone And Sam Cooke is on the radio And the night is filled with space And your fingertips touch my face You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone Oh, Lord, I got hit by a bow and arrow Got me down to the very marrow You're a friend of mine And I'm real, real gone And I'm real, real gone I'm real gone Wilson Picket said "In the midnight hour, that's when my love comes tumbling down" Solomon Burke said "If you need me, why don't you call me" James Brown said "When you're tired of what you got, try me" Gene Chandler said "There's a rainbow in my soul"

A little guitar queen I was just 16 Texas neighbourhood Instead, I paid good Real gone Real gone That girl's real gone Come on Come on Play a "Real Gone" song I remember still Gettin' my first thrill People linin' up To see me strut my stuff Real gone Real gone That girl's real gone Come on Come on Play a "Real Gone" song, yeah Boy, you're lookin' fine Wish I had the time Love to hang around But the highway's callin' now Real gone Real gone That girl's real gone Come on Come on Play a "Real Gone" song Real gone Real gone That girl's real gone Come on Come on Play a "Real Gone" song, yeah

I'm American made, Budlight, Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right I was born in the South, sometimes I have a big mouth When I see something that I don't like I gotta say it We been driving this road for a mighty long time Payin' no mind to the signs Well this neighborhood's changed, it's all been rearranged We left that dream somewhere behind Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby you were screamin', it's a blast, blast, blast Look out babe you got your blinders on Everybody's lookin' for a way to get real gone Real gone, real gone There's a new cat in town, he's got high paid friends Thinks he's gonna change history You think you know him so well Yeah you think he's so swell But he's just perpetuatin' prophecy Come on now Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screamin', it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you got your blinders on Everybody's lookin' for a way To get real gone, real gone Real gone, real gone, uh Well, you can say what you want but you can't say it 'round here 'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin' Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong You didn't like the sound of that Now did ya? Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screamin', it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you got your blinders on Everybody's lookin' for a way to get real gone Well, here I come and I'm so not scared Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air Well, look out, you take your blinders off Everybody's lookin' for a way to get real gone Real gone, real gone, ooh! Real gone, real gone

Uh! I'm American made but a lot Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born in the South Sometimes I have a big mouth When I see something that I don't like I gotta say it. Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long time Paying no mind to the signs Well, this neighborhood's changed It's all been rearranged We left that dream somewhere behind. Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Look out babe, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Real gone. Real gone. But there's a new cat in town He's got high payin friends Thinks he's gonna change history You think you know him so well Yeah you think he's so swell But he's just perpetuating prophecy Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way To get real gone Real gone. Real gone. Real gone. Uhh. Well you can say what you want But you can't say it 'round here 'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin' Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong You didn't like the sound of that Now, did ya? Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Well here I come and I'm so not scared, Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air Look out, you take your blinders off Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Real gone. Real gone. Ooh. Real gone. Real gone.

Just dig that scenery floating by We're now approaching Newport, Rhode I We've been, for years, In Variety But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're going to be In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety I wanna play for my former pal- He runs the local jazz festival His name is Dexter and he's good news But sumping kind of tells me that he's nursing the blues In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas Thought writing songs was beneath his class But writing songs he'd not stop, of course And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety To make him sadder, his former wife Begins tomorrow a brand-new life She started lately a new affair And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square In High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch To stop that wedding and kill that match I'll toot my trumpet to start the fun And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son You might also like That's My Desire Louis Armstrong Blueberry Hill Louis Armstrong La Vie En Rose Louis Armstrong In High, High So- High So-ci- High So-ci-ety

Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. Think! Imagine if I said I sometimes need you I need you to this day Imagine if I said I sometimes hear you call my name Imagine if I said I still could love you Imagine what you'd say Imagine if I said I sometimes still can see your face Think about all the things we shared Think about all the times we cared When all of your hopes have come and gone Think about me and I'll be there Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. There's something in the air that feels like winter The kind we used to know Yesterday can seem like such a long, long time ago Who could ever count the miles between us? But now I know it's true Imagine if I said that all my dreams are dreams of you Think about all the things we shared Think about all the times we cared When all of your dreams have come and gone Think about me and I'll be there Think about images we've drawn Think about all those empty songs Whenever you're sure that I won't dare Think about me and I'll be gone Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. It took me a long, long time to learn That love is a thing you have to earn I finally realized it's true I just can't make it without you Think about all the things we shared Think about all the times we cared When all of your dreams have come and gone Think about me and I'll be there Think about images we've drawn Think about all those empty songs Whenver you're sure that I won't dare Think about me and I'll be gone Think about it.