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 team 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-faded friends
Thinks he’s gonna change history

You think you know him so well
Yeah you think he’s so swell
But it’s just a front you wait and see

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.