I admit, I enjoy the Bachelor, so I had to laugh that it is referenced in the song. I won't stop and claim that it is "real" though.
Read - James Wesley
500 channels and there ain’t much on tonight But reality shows about some folk’s so-called lives A pretty girl cries because she doesn’t get a rose But she’ll find love next year on her own show And they call that real Real, is a hand you hold for 57 years… Real, is a band of gold trembling with fear… It’s the first long tear down an old man’s face Watching his angel slipping away His heart so broke that it’s never gonna heal I call that real. Where I live housewives don’t act like that And the survivors are farmers in John Deere Hats Our amazing race is beating the check Prayin that the bank ain’t ran it through yet Real, like too much rain falling from the sky, Real, like the drought that came around here last July, It’s the damn old weevils and the market and the weeds The prayer they prayed when they plant the seeds And the chance they take to bring us all our next meal I call that real (solo) Real, like a job you lose because it moves to Mexico Like a momma and a baby with no safe place to go Like a little dream house with a little foreclose sign Like a flag-draped coffin and a 21 gun goodbye I call that real Man, I call that real Oh, I call that real
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