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Real Gone
I'm American made, Bud Light, ChevroletMy momma taught me wrong from right.I was born in the SouthSometimes I have a big mouthWhen I see something that I don't likeI gotta say it.Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long timePaying no mind to the signsWell, this neighborhood's changedIt's all been rearrangedWe left that team somewhere behind.Slow down, you're gonna crash,Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blastLook out babe, you've got your blinders onEverybody's looking for a way to get real goneReal gone.Real gone.But there's a new cat in townHe's got high-faded friendsThinks he's gonna change historyYou think you know him so wellYeah you think he's so swellBut it's just a front you wait and seeSlow down, you're gonna crash,Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blastLook out, you've got your blinders onEverybody's looking for a way to get real goneReal gone.Real gone.Real gone.Uhh.Well you can say what you wantBut 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 wrongYou didn't like the sound of thatNow, did ya?Slow down, you're gonna crash,Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blastLook out, you've got your blinders onEverybody's looking for a way to get real goneWell here I come and I'm so not scared,Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the airLook out, you take your blinders offEverybody's looking for a way to get real goneReal gone.Real gone.Ooh.Real gone.Real gone.
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