Real Gone

Real Gone is a song in Cars.

Lyrics
I'm American made, Bud Light, Chevorlet, 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 mightily long time, Paying 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're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast. Look out babe, you've got your blinders on,. Every body's looking for a way to get real gone. Real gone. Real gone.

Well, there is 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 really just perpetuating prophecy. (Come on, now.)

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. Real gone. Real gone. Real gone. Uhh!

(Instrumental)

Well, you can say want, But you can't say it around 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 you?

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! Real gone! Real gone!