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I'm American made, but I like Chevrolet's. My momma tought 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, payin no mid to the signs. Well, this neighborhoods changed its all been rearranged. We left that dream somewhere behind.

Slow down you're gonna crash. Baby, you've been screamin it's a blast blast blast. Look out you got your blunders on. Everybody's lookin for a way to get Real Gone. Real Gone. Real Gone. (Real Gone)

But there's a new kind of 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, buut he's just petuatin by the scene. C'mon now.

Slow down you're gonna crash. Baby, you've been screamin it's a blast blast blast. Look out you got your blunders on. Everybody's lookin for a way to get Real Gone. Real Gone. Real Gone. (Real Gone)
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Wow! (Instrumental) Uh! (Instrumental)
Well, you can say what you want, but you can't stay around here, cause they'll catch you a give you a whippin. 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've been screamin it's a blast blast blast. Look out you got your blunders on. Everybody's lookin for a way to get Real Gone. Real Gone. Real Gone. (Real Gone)

Hear ya comin. I'm so not scared. Got my pedal to the metal got my hands in the air. Well, look out take your blunders on. Everybody's lookin for a way to get Real Gone. Real Gone. Real Gone. Ow! Real Gone. Real Gone.




Thanks to Nicole H.

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