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

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