Real Gone
I'm American made but I like 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 Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long time Paying no mind to the signs Well, this neighborhood's changed It's all been rearranged We left that team somewhere behind. Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Look out babe, you've got your blinders on Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Real gone But there's a new cat in town He's got high-faded friends Thinks he's gonna change history You think you know him so well Yeah you think he's so swell But it's just a front you wait and see Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby you're a-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 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're a-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