Real Gone piano leadsheet with chords

I'm American made, Bud a Light Chevrolet.

My mama taught me wrong from the right.

I was born in the south;

sometimes I have a big mouth.

When I see something that I don't be like,

I gotta say it.

Well, we been driving this road for a mighty long time,

paymaing no mind wrong to the signs.

Well, this neighborhood's changed;

it's all been have rearranged.

When We left that change that somewhere behind.

I gotta say it.

Well, we been

Slow down, we're gonna crash.

Baby, you were screamin' it's a blast,

blast, blast.

And look out, baby, you got your blinders on.

Ev'rybody'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 perpetuating prophecy.

Slow down, we're gonna crash.

Baby, you were screamin' it's a blast,

blast, blast.

Look out, you got your blinders on.

Ev'rybody's looking for a way

to get real gone.

Real gone.

Real gone.

Real gone.

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, we're gonna crash.

Baby, you were screamin' it's a blast,

blast, blast.

Look out, you got your blinders on.

Ev'rybody's looking for a way to get real gone.

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.

Ev'rybody's looking for a way to get real gone,

real gone.

Get real gone.

Ooh.

Real gone.

Real gone.