Heading South

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 ass down
No one ever understood a single word he said
And they cast him to the wolves when he wasn't well and fed

Boys, we've got a riser, a riser in our midst
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 skippin' town, and that riser's out for blood

Don't stop goin', goin' south
'Cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud
Don't stop headin', headin' south
'Cause they will understand the words that are pourin' from your mouth

Then that boy, he called his daddy to tell him what he did
As the masses screamed the lyrics of a messed-up kid
And then he told that old man he was never coming back
To be cut down again in a town like that

Then he surely came to learn people come to watch you fall
But he's out to make a name and a fool out of 'em all
They'll never understand that boy and his kind
And all they comprehend is a fucking dollar sign

So don't stop goin', goin' south
'Cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud
Don't stop headin', headin' south
'Cause they will understand the words that are pourin' from your mouth

Don't stop goin', goin' south
They will understand the words that are pourin' from your mouth
Don't stop goin', goin' south
'Cause they'll let you scream your music real damn loud