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
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 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
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 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