| I’m American made, Budlight, Chevrolet
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| My momma taught me wrong from right
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| I was born in the South, sometimes I have a big mouth
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| When I see something that I don’t like
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| I gotta say it
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| We been driving this road for a mighty long time
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| Payin' no mind to the signs
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| Well this neighborhood’s changed, it’s all been rearranged
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| We left that dream somewhere behind
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| Slow down, you’re gonna crash
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| Baby you were screamin', it’s a blast, blast, blast
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| Look out babe you got your blinders on
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| Everybody’s lookin' for a way to get real gone
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| Real gone, real gone
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| There’s a new cat in town, he’s got high paid friends
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| Thinks he’s gonna change history
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| You think you know him so well
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| Yeah you think he’s so swell
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| But he’s just perpetuatin' prophecy
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| Come on now
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| Slow down, you’re gonna crash
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| Baby, you were screamin', it’s a blast, blast, blast
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| Look out, you got your blinders on
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| Everybody’s lookin' for a way
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| To get real gone, real gone
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| Real gone, real gone, uh
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| Well, you can say what you want but you can’t say it 'round here
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| 'Cause they’ll catch you and give you a whippin'
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| Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong
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| You didn’t like the sound of that
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| Now did ya?
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| Slow down, you’re gonna crash
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| Baby, you were screamin', it’s a blast, blast, blast
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| Look out, you got your blinders on
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| Everybody’s lookin' for a way to get real gone
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| Well, here I come and I’m so not scared
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| Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air
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| Well, look out, you take your blinders off
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| Everybody’s lookin' for a way to get real gone
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| Real gone, real gone, ooh!
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| Real gone, real gone |