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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date:  January 28, 2000
Album:
Written by:
           
          REAL LIVE WOMAN    Trisha Yearwood

Eb         Bb                          Eb 
   I don't buy the lines in magazines That tell me what I've got to be
Eb                                     F                               Bb
Don't base my life on movie screen  I don't fit the mold society has planned
Bb                                   Eb
Don't need to be nineteen years old  Or starve myself for some weight I'm told
Eb                                         F                       Bb
Or turn men's heads down that road And I thank God I finally know just who I am
Eb                        Bb                      Gm 
I ain't a movie star May never see the view from where they are
Cm                    F                  Bb 
And this old town may be as far as I'm going
            Eb                       Bb                         Gm 
What he'll hold tonight in his hands He swears there's so much better than
   C                          F
Anything that this old world can show him

CHORUS:
       Bb           F           Eb
I'm a real (real) live (live) woman 
    Eb                       Bb 
In love with this man I see lying here next to me
Gm                            Eb
Lost in the way that's he's holding 
      Bb           F           Bb 
This real (real) live (live) woman
        Eb                Bb      
In the arms of man where I'll fall to sleep
Gm                                             Eb
Knowing there's nothing on earth he loves more than
      Bb           F           Bb
This real (real) live (live) woman

        Bb                              Eb
I work nine to five and I can't relate To millionaires who somehow fate
Eb                                       F                            Bb
Has smiled upon and fortune made their common lives a better place to be
Eb                    Bb            Gm 
I no longer justify reasons for the way that I behave
Eb                  Bb                      Gm        Eb
Offer no apologizes for the things that I believe and say
       F
And I like it that way       Go to chorus



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