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Real Gone 
Medium
by Sheryl Crow
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I'm American made
But I like Chevrolet
My mama taught me wrong 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've driving this road
For a mighty time
Paying no mind to the signs
Well, this neighborhood's changed
It's all rearranged
We left that team behind
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
Everybody's 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 gonna history
You you know him so well
Yeah, you think he's so swell
But he's just perpetuating prophecy
Come on now
down
You're gonna crash
Baby you're a screaming
It's a blast, blast, blast
out, you've got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way
To get gone
Real gone
gone
Real gone
(Uh)
Well you can say what you want
But you can't say it round here
'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whipping
Well, I I was right
When I you were wrong
You didn't the sound of that
Now, did you
down
You're gonna crash
Baby you're a screaming
It's a blast, blast, blast
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 your off
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone
gone
(Uh)
Real gone
Real gone
But I like Chevrolet
My mama taught me wrong 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've driving this road
For a mighty time
Paying no mind to the signs
Well, this neighborhood's changed
It's all rearranged
We left that team behind
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
Everybody's 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 gonna history
You you know him so well
Yeah, you think he's so swell
But he's just perpetuating prophecy
Come on now
down
You're gonna crash
Baby you're a screaming
It's a blast, blast, blast
out, you've got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way
To get gone
Real gone
gone
Real gone
(Uh)
Well you can say what you want
But you can't say it round here
'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whipping
Well, I I was right
When I you were wrong
You didn't the sound of that
Now, did you
down
You're gonna crash
Baby you're a screaming
It's a blast, blast, blast
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 your off
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone
gone
(Uh)
Real gone
Real gone
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