| I’m American made, Bud Light, 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 screamin' |
| It’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 |
| There’s a new cat in town |
| He’s got high paid friends |
| Thinks he’s gonna change history |
| You think you know him so well |
| Yeah you think he’s so swell |
| But he’s just perpetuatin' prophecy |
| Come on now |
| Slow down, you’re gonna crash |
| Baby you were screamin' |
| It’s a blast, blast, blast |
| Look out, you got your blinders on |
| Everybody’s lookin' for a way |
| To get real gone |
| Real gone |
| Real gone |
| Real gone |
| 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 belive I was right |
| When I said you were wrong |
| You didn’t like the sound of that |
| Now did ya? |
| Slow down, you’re gonna crash |
| Baby you were screamin' |
| It’s a blast, blast, blast |
| Look out, you got your blinders on |
| Everybody’s lookin' for a way |
| To get real gone |
| Well here I come, And I’m so not scared |
| Got my pedal to the metal |
| Got my hands in the air |
| Well look out, you take your blinders off |
| Everybody’s lookin' for a way |
| To get real gone, real gone |
| Real Gone |
| Real Gone |
| Real Gone |