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I'm American made Bud Lite, Chevrolet |
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My momma taught me wrong from right. |
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I was born in the South |
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Sometimes I have a big mouth |
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When I see something that I don't like |
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I gotta say it. |
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Well, we've been driving this road for a mighty long time |
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Paying no mind to the signs |
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Well, this neighborhood's changed |
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It's all been rearranged |
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We left that dream somewhere behind. |
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Slow down, you're gonna crash, |
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Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast |
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Look out babe, you've got your blinders on |
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Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone |
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Real gone. |
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Real gone. |
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But there's a new cat in town |
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He's got high-paid friends |
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Thinks he's gonna change history |
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You think you know him so well |
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Yeah you think he's so swell |
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But he's just perpetuatin' prophecy |
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Slow down, you're gonna crash, |
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Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast |
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Look out, you've got your blinders on |
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Everybody's looking for a way |
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To get real gone |
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Real gone. |
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Real gone. |
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Real gone. |
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Uhh. |
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Well you can say what you want |
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But you can't say it 'round here |
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'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin' |
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Well, I believe I was right when I said you were wrong |
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You didn't like the sound of that |
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Now, did ya? |
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Slow down, you're gonna crash, |
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Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast |
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Look out, you've got your blinders on |
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Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone |
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Well here I come and I'm so not scared, |
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Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air |
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Look out, you take your blinders off |
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Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone |
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Real gone. |
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Real gone. |
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Ooh. |
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Real gone. |
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Real gone. |
