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.