Real Gone

I'm American made apple pie, Chevrolet, my mama taught me wrong from night.

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 dream somewhere behind

Slow down, you're gonna crash

Baby, you'll be screamin' "It's a blast, blast, blast"

Look out, baby, got your blinders on

Everybody's lookin' for a way to get real gone

Real gone, real gone

But there's a new guy in town, he's got high-payin' friends

Thinks he's gonna change his belief

You think you know him so well, yeah, you think he's so swell

But he's just perpetuating prophecy

Come on now, slow down, you're gonna crash

Baby, you be screamin' in some blast, blast, blast

Look out, you got your blinders on

Everybody's looking for a way, to get real gone, real gone, real gone, real gone

Well you can say what you want, but you can't stay around here

'Cause I'll catch you and give you a whipping

Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong

You didn't like the sound of that, now did you?

Slow down, you're gonna crash

Baby, you've been screamin' it's a blast, blast, blast

Look out, you've got your blinders on

Everybody's lookin' for a way to get real gone

But here I come, and I'm so not scared

Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air

But look out, you think you'll blind us all

Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone, real gone

Real gone

Real gone

Real gone