I’m American made,Budlight, Chevrolet. My mama taught me wrong from right. I was born in the south sometimes I have a big mouth when I see somethin’ that I don’t like. I gotta say it! Well we’ve been drivin’ this road for a mighty long time payin’ no mind to the signs. Well this neiborhood’s changed it’s all been rearranged. You left that dream somewhere behind.
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Slow down you’re gonna crash! Baby you’re a screamin’, “It’s a Blast, blast, blast!”
Look out babe, you’ve got your blinders on! Everybody’s lookin’ for a way to get real gone. Real gone!
Real gone!
But there’s a new cat in town, he’s got high painted fins Thinks he’s gonna change history you think you know him so well, yeah you think he’s so swell but it’s just perpetuatin' prophecy
Come on now
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Slow down you’re gonna crash! Baby you’re a 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. Real gone!
Real gone!
Real gone!
Real gone! Ooh!
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?
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Slow down you’re gonna crash! Baby you’re a 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.
Here I come and I’m so not scared! Got my pedal to the medal; got my hands in the air. Look out, you take your blinders off!
Everybody’s lookin’ for a way to get real gone. Real gone!
