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.

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.

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 pouring from your mouth.

Then that boy, he called his daddy to tell him what he did

As the masses scream the lyrics of the 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 them all

They'll never understand, that boy and his kind

'cause all they comprehend is a fuckin' 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

'cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud

Don't stop headin', headin' south

They will understand the words that are pourin' from your mouth.