LIRICS SHERYL CROW - REAL GONE

LIRICS LAGU SHERYL CROW - REAL GONE

- OST CARS - REAL GONE
- FROM : SHERYL CROW

I'm American made but I like 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 team
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 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 gonna change
history You think you know him so
well
Yeah you think he's so
swell
But it's just a front you
wait and see 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.
Well you can say what you
want
But you can't say it 'round
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 ya? 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.
Ooh.
Real gone. Real gone.