Real Gone

I'm American-made, Bud Light, Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right I was born in the South Sometimes I have a big mouth When I see something that I don't like I gotta say it

We've been driving this road For a mighty long time Payin' no mind to the signs Well, this neighborhood's changed It's all been rearranged We left that change somewhere behind

Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screaming It's a blast, blast, blast Look out babe, you got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way To get real gone, real gone Real gone

But there's a new cat in town He's got high-paid friends Thinks he's gonna change history You think you know him so well Yeah, you think he's so swell But he's just perpetuatin' prophecy

Come on now Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you're were screaming It's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way To get real gone Real gone Real gone Real gone Uhh

Well, you can say what you want But you can't say it 'round here 'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin' Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong You didn't like the sound of that Now, did ya?

Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screaming It's a blast, blast, blast Look out, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone

Well, here I come, and I'm so not scared Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air Look out, you take your blinders off Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Real gone

Real gone Ooh Real gone Real gone