500 channels
And there ain't much on tonight
But reality shows about
Some folks so called lives
A pretty girl cries
'Cause she don't get a rose
But she'll find love next year
On her own show
And they call that real
Real is the hand you hold 57 years
Real is a band of gold tremblin' with fear
It's the first long tear down
An old man's face
Watchin' his angel slippin' away
His heart so broke
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 amazin' race is beatin' the check
Prayin' that the bank
Ain't ran it through yet
Real like too much rain fallin'
From the sky
Real like the drought
That came around here last july
It's the damn bol weevils
And the market and the wheat
The prayer they pray
When they plant the seeds
And the chance they
Take to bring us our next meal
I call that real
Real like a job you lose
'Cause it moves to mexico
Like a mama and her baby
With no safe place to go
Like a little dreamhouse
With a big old foreclosed sign
Like a flag draped coffin
And a 21 gun goodbye
I call that real
Man I call that real
Whoa I call that real