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 I'm American  Bud Lite, Chevrolet
 My momma taught me wrong from 
 
 I was born  the South
 Sometimes I  a big mouth
 When I see  that I don't like
 I gotta  it.
 
 Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long 
 Paying no mind to the 
 Well, this neighborhood's 
  all been rearranged
 We left that dream  behind.
 
 Slow down, you're gonna 
 Baby  a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast
 Look out babe, you've  your blinders on
 Everybody's looking for a way to  real gone
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 
 But there's a new  in town
 He's  high-paid friends
  he's gonna change history
 
 You think you know  so well
  you think he's so swell
 But he's just  prophecy
 
  down, you're gonna crash,
 Baby you're a-screaming it's  blast, blast, blast
  out, you've got your blinders on
  looking for a way
 To  real gone
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 Uhh.
 
 Well you can say  you want
 But you can't  it 'round here
 'Cause they'll catch you and give you a 
 
 Well, I believe I was  when I said you were wrong
 You  like the sound of that
 Now, did ya?
 
  down, you're gonna crash,
 Baby you're  it's a blast, blast, blast
 Look out, you've  your blinders on
 Everybody's looking for a  to get real gone
 
 Well here I come and I'm  not scared,
 Got my pedal to the metal,  my hands in the air
  out, you take your blinders off
 Everybody's looking for a  to get real gone
 Real gone.
 Real gone.
 Ooh.
 Real gone.
 Real gone.