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.
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 change 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.
Real gone.
Well, 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.
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.
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`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.
Real gone.
Ooh!
Real gone.
Real gone.
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