They used to throw me money and fill up my tip jar ♪ But it's been a while since I last played in a crowded bar
And it feels like ages since I wrote my last song Because I'm tired of playing music on my own ♪ They used to ask me why I like this kind of songs It ain't the language I speak nor the country I was born But when you love country music it gives you no choice It's in the strings of my guitar and in the sound of my voice I want to talk about real things Things that money just can't buy Spending time with family and friends Getting the support of my real fans Maybe you can't get my name right But I hope this song will cast a light On what really matters in your life The true meaning of Real Tips ♪ I've had to learn the hard way A lot of doors closed in my face "You're not American, you just can't sing with this accent" I never had much money in life but the good Lord showed me the light Of sharing songs about feelings in inside my heart I want to talk about real things Things that money just can't buy Closing your eyes and going back in time Saying I love you to those who have already said goodbye Maybe you can't get my name right But I hope this song will cast a light On what really matters in your life The true meaning of Real Tips On what really matters in your life The true meaning of Real Tips ♪ I want to see them throw the money again in my tip jar Because I just can't wait to play again in a crowded bar