I'm American made, Bud Light, Chevrolet
My mama 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
Paying no mind to the signs
this neighborhood's changed, it's all been rearranged
We left that dream somewhere behind
Chorus
Slow down, you're gonna crash
Baby you were 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
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
Chorus
You can say what you want but you can't say it 'round here
'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin'
I believe I was right when I said you were wrong
You didn't like the sound of that
now did you?
Chorus
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, ooh!, Real gone, real gone