Testo di 'Real Tips' di Roberto Trevizan

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