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 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 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 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 pouring from your mouth And 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 All they comprehend is a fucking dollar sign 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 pouring from your mouth Don't stop goin', goin' South They will understand the words That are pouring from your mouth Don't stop goin', goin' South 'Cause they'll let you scream your music real damn loud