Lyrics:

I'm 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 don't like
I got to 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 going to 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 going to 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 going to 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

Well you can say what you want
But you can't say it around here
Because they'll catch you and give you a whipping
Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong
You didn't like the sound of that
Now, did you?

Slow down, you're going to 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

Slow down, you're going to 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