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    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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Roberto Trevizan and Fabio Aresi

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