Stuck in the South

I don't know nothin' bout nothing

But my own misery

Oh, I've been dreaming of swinging

From that old palmetto tree

Yeah, I've been thinking about making tracks

But the only road I know

It's going to lead me back

I'm stuck in the South

I'm stuck in the South

I'm stuck in the South

I don't know nothin' 'bout Southern belles

But I can tell you something 'bout Southern hell

When your skin give 'em cause

To take and take

I've been itching like a bitch with fleas

And I've been too cold in the summer heat

Saying, "Please, get me out

Lord God, put me down"

I'm stuck in the South

I'm stuck in the South

I'm stuck in the South

Clean my room

I'm gonna dust my broom

Yeah, I'm leaving soon

Yeah, I'm leaving soon

I'm gonna sing my blues

I'm bleached and blue

Yeah, I'm leaving soon

I can't get stuck in the South

I'm stuck in the South

Oh, I'm stuck in the South