Real Gone

I'm American-made, apple pie, 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

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 dream somewhere behind

Slow down, you're gonna crash, baby, you'll be 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-faded 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 perpetuating prophecy

Come on, now

Slow down, you're gonna crash, baby, you'll be screaming, "It's a blast, blast, blast"

Look out, you got your blinders on

Everybody's looking 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 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'll be screaming, "It's a blast, blast, blast"

Look out, you 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

Well, look out, you take your blinders off

Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone, real gone

Real gone, ow!

Real gone

Real gone