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.