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Billy Ray Cyrus - Real Gone
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Ray Cyrus
Billy Ray Cyrus
Performer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Performer
Mark Bright
Mark Bright
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
Perry Coleman
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Songwriter
John Shanks
John Shanks
Songwriter

Letras

Uh! I'm American made but a lot 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 dream 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 payin 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, 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.
Writer(s): Sheryl Suzanne Crow, John M. Shanks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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