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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Ray Cyrus
Billy Ray Cyrus
Performer
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Jimmy Nichols
Jimmy Nichols
Keyboards
Kenny Greenberg
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Lisa Cochran
Lisa Cochran
Background Vocals
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Shannon Forest
Shannon Forest
Drums
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Songwriter
John Shanks
John Shanks
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm American-made, apple pie, Chevrolet
My mama 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Slow down, you're gonna crash, baby, you'll be screaming, "It's a blast, blast, blast"
Look out, babe, you got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone
Real gone
[Verse 4]
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 he's just perpetuating prophecy
[Verse 5]
Come on, now
[Verse 6]
Slow down, you're gonna crash, baby, you'll be screaming, "It's a blast, blast, blast"
Look out, you got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
Real gone
Real gone
Real gone
[Verse 7]
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?
[Verse 8]
Slow down, you're gonna crash, baby, you'll be screaming, "It's a blast, blast, blast"
Look out, you got your blinders on
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone
[Verse 9]
Well, here I come and I'm so not scared
Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air
Well, look out, you take your blinders off
Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone, real gone
Real gone, ow!
[Verse 10]
Real gone
Real gone
Written by: John Shanks, Sheryl Crow
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