Billy Ray Cyrus

Im American made, apple pie, 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 dont like
I gotta say it.
Well, weve been driving this road for a mighty long time
Paying no mind to the signs
Well, this neighborhoods changed
Its all been rearranged
We left that dream somewhere behind.
Slow down, youre gonna crash,
Baby youre a-screaming its a blast, blast, blast
Look out babe, youve got your blinders on
Everybodys looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.
But theres a new cat in town
Hes got high-faded friends
Thinks hes gonna change history
You think you know him so well
Yeah you think hes so swell
But hes just perpetuatin prophecy
(oh, cm on)
Slow down, youre gonna crash,
Baby youre a-screaming its a blast, blast, blast
Look out, youve got your blinders on
Everybodys looking for a way
To get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.
Real gone.
Uhh.
Well you can say what you want
But you cant say it round here
Cause theyll catch you and give you a whippin
Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong
You didnt like the sound of that
Now, did ya?
Slow down, youre gonna crash,
Baby youre a-screaming its a blast, blast, blast
Look out, youve got your blinders on
Everybodys looking for a way to get real gone
Well here I come and Im so not scared,
Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air
Look out, you take your blinders off
Everybodys looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone.
Real gone.
Ooh.
Real gone.
Real gone.
[ Real Gone Lyrics ]