Well, I'm finally back, just in time for a new FSOTW.

Real Gone - Sheryl Crow

I'm American made, Bud Light 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 mighthy long time

Payin' 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 were screaming

It's a blast, blast, blast

Look out babe you got your blinders on

Everybodys 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 he's just perpetuating prophecy

Come on now

Slow down, you gonna crash

Baby you were screaming

It's a blast, blast, blast

Look out you got your blinders on

Everybody's lookin' for a way

To get real gone

Real gone

Real gone

Real gone

OH

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 were screamin'

It's a blast, blast, blast

Well, look out, you've got your blinders on

Everybody's lookin' 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

Well look out, you take your blinders off

Everybody's lookin' for a way

To get real gone, real gone

Real Gone

OH!

Real Gone

Real Gone.