Real Gone

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 We been driving this road For a mightly long time Payin' no mind to the signs Well this neighborhood's changed It's all been rearranged We left that change somewhere behind Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby you were screaminIt's a blast, blast, blast Look out babe you got your blinders on Everybody's lookin' for a way To get real gone, real gone Real Gone