I´m American made but I like 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 team 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-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 perpetuatin´ prophecy

(oh, c�m on)
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.