Karaoké Real Gone Cars : Quatre Roues (Sheryl Crow)

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

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 gonna crash baby you were 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-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 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

Real gone

Real gone

Real gone

Huh

Well you can say what you want but you can't say it 'round here

'Cos 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 were 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