Heavens To Betsy (Live at the Ryman) - Jackson Dean

This is a song from the movie "Cars" I'm American made, Bud Light, 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 Well, I gotta say it We've been driving this road For a mighty long time Payin' no mind to the signs Well the neighborhood's changed It's all been rearranged We left that road somewhere behind Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screamin' It's a gas, gas, gas Look out, baby, take your blinders off Everybody's lookin' for a way To get real gone, real gone Real gone There's a new kid in town He's got high paid friends He thinks he's gonna make history You think you know him so well Yeah, you think he's so swell But he's just perpetuatin' prophecy Come on Slow down, you're gonna crash Baby, you were screamin' It's a gas, gas, gas Look out, baby, take your blinders off Everybody's lookin' for a way To get real gone, real gone Ooh, ooh, ooh, real gone Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, real gone Ooh, ooh, ooh, real gone, uh You can say what you want But you can't say it 'round here 'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin' 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 were screamin' It's a gas, gas, gas Look out, baby, take your blinders off Everybody's lookin' 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 Ooh, baby, take your blinders off Everybody's lookin' for a way To get real gone, real gone Real gone Real gone