I'm American made but a lot 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.    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're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast  Look out babe, you've got your blinders on  Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone  Real gone.  Real gone.    But there's a new cat in town  He's got high payin 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 perpetuating prophecy    Slow down, you're gonna crash,  Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast  Look out, you've got your blinders on  Everybody's looking for a way  To get real gone  Real gone.  Real gone.  Real gone.  Uhh.    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?    Slow down, you're gonna crash,  Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast  Look out, you've got your blinders on  Everybody's looking 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  Look out, you take your blinders off  Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone  Real gone.  Real gone.  Ooh.  Real gone.  Real gone.