My Real Gone Rocket-Ike Turner/Ben Burton

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