I'm American made Bud Lite, 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 dream 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.


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

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.