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've been driving this road
For a mighty 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 screaming
It's a blast, blast, blast
Look out babe, you got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way
To get real gone, real gone
Real gone
But 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're were 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 were 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