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 I'm American made Bud  Chevrolet
  momma taught me wrong from right.
 
 I  born in the South
 Sometimes I have a  mouth
 When I see  that I don't like
 I gotta say 
 
 Well, we've been driving  road for a mighty long time
 Paying no  to the signs
  this neighborhood's changed
 It's all been 
 We  that dream somewhere behind.
 
 Slow down,  gonna crash,
  you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast
 Look out babe,  got your blinders on
 Everybody's looking for a way to get real 
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 
 But  a new cat in town
 He's got  friends
  he's gonna change history
 
 You think you know him so 
 Yeah you think  so swell
 But he's just  prophecy
 
 Slow  you're gonna crash,
 Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast,  blast
 Look out,  got your blinders on
 Everybody's  for a way
 To get real 
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 Uhh.
 
 Well  can say what you want
 But you can't say  'round here
 'Cause  catch you and give you a whippin'
 
 Well, I  I was right when I said you were wrong
 You didn't like the  of that
 Now, did ya?
 
 Slow down, you're  crash,
 Baby you're a-screaming  a blast, blast, blast
 Look out, you've got  blinders on
 Everybody's  for a way to get real gone
 
 Well here I  and I'm so not scared,
  my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air
 Look out, you  your blinders off
 Everybody's looking for a way to get real 
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 Ooh.
 Real gone.
 Real gone.