Heading South

He was a boy who was a dreamer and he flew so high and proud

In a world full of people out to cut his young -ss down

No one ever understood a single word he said

And they cast him to the wolves when he wasn’t well and fed

But boys we’ve got a riser, a riser in our midst

And he will get the last laugh if it’s the last thing he did

And he used to roll around in that red dirt mud

But now he’s skipping town and that dreamer’s out for blood

Don’t stop goin’, goin’ south

Cuz’ they’ll let you play your music real d-mn loud

Don’t stop headin’, headin’ south

They will understand the words that are pouring from your mouth

And that dreamer called his daddy to tell him what he did

That the m-sses screamed the lyrics of a messed up kid

And then he told his daddy he was never coming back

To be cut down again in a town like that

And he surely came to learn people come to watch you fall

That dreamer’s out making name and a fool out of ‘em all

And they’ll never understand that boy and his kind

Cuz’ all they comprehend is a worthless dollar sign

Don’t stop goin’, goin’ south

Cuz’ they’ll let you play your music real d-mn loud

Don’t stop headin’, headin’ south

Cuz’ they’ll understand the words that are pouring from your mouth