I'm American made but I like 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 team somewhere behind
Slow down, you're gonna crash
Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast
He's got high-faded friends
Thinks he's gonna change history
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 here I come and I'm so not scared
Got my pedal to the metal, got my hands in the air
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