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