Real Gone
I'm American made, Bud Light, ChevroletMy momma taught me wrong from rightI was born in the southSometimes I have a big mouthWhen I see something that I don't likeI gotta say it
We been driving this roadFor a mightly long timePayin' no mind to the signsWell this neighborhood's changedIt's all been rearrangedWe left that change somewhere behind
Slow down, you're gonna crashBaby you were screamin'It's a blast, blast, blastLook out babe you got your blinders onEverybody's lookin' for a wayTo get real gone, real goneReal Gone
There's a new cat in townHe's got high paid friendsThinks he's gonna change historyYou think you know him so wellYeah you think he's so swellBut he's just perpetuatin' prophecy
Come on now
Slow down, you're gonna crashBaby you were screamin'It's a blast, blast, blastLook out, you got your blinders onEverybody's lookin' for a wayTo get real goneReal goneReal goneReal gone
Well, you can say what you wantBut you can't say it 'round here'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin'Well I belive I was rightWhen I said you were wrongYou didn't like the sound of thatNow did ya?
Slow down, you're gonna crashBaby you were screamin'It's a blast, blast, blastLook out, you got your blinders onEverybody's lookin' for a wayTo get real gone
Well here I come, and I'm so not scaredGot my pedal to the metalGot my hands in the airWell look out, you take your blinders offEverybody's lookin' for a wayTo get real gone, real gone
Real Gone
Real Gone
Real Gone.