Dm G C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside D And breathe the autumn air Dm See the many that have lived and died G Em See the unending golden stair F Em See all of us that have come behind F Clutching at your hem G F All the way from Arkansas G To your sweet and last amen [Chorus] Dm G Let the bells ring Dm He is the real thing G Let the bells ring Dm He is the real, real thing [Instrumental] Dm G x2 [Verse 2] Dm D Dm G Take this deafening thunder down Dm Take this bread and take this wine G Your passing is not what we mourn Em But the world you left behind F Em Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound F And behold your mighty work G F That towers over the uncaring ground G Of a lesser, darker world [Chorus] Dm G Let the bells ring Dm He is the real thing G Let the bells ring Dm He is the real, real thing [Instrumental] Dm G x3 [Verse 3] Dm G There are those of us not fit to tie Dm The laces of your shoes G Must remain behind to testify Em Through an elementary blues F Em So, let's walk outside, the hour is late F Through your crumbs and scattered shells G F Where the awed and the mediocre wait G Barely fit to ring the bells [Chorus] Dm G Let the bells ring Dm He is the real thing G Let the bells ring Dm He is the real, real thing [Outro] Dm G x2 Dm