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 been driving this road

For a mightly 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 screamin

It s a blast, blast, blast

Look out babe you got your blinders on

Everybody s lookin for a way

To get real gone, real gone

Real Gone

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 were screamin

It s a blast, blast, blast

Look out, you got your blinders on

Everybody s lookin for a way

To get real gone

Real gone

Real gone

Real gone

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 belive 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 screamin

It s a blast, blast, blast

Look out, you got your blinders on

Everybody s lookin 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

Well look out, you take your blinders off

Everybody s lookin for a way

To get real gone, real gone

Real Gone

Real Gone

Real Gone.