Am Was a boy who was a dreamer and he F flew so high and proud
C In a world full of people out to G cut his young ass down
Am No one ever understood a F single word he said
C They cast him to the wolves when he G wasn't well and fed
Am F C G
Am Boys, we've got a riser, a F riser in our midst
C And he will get the last laugh if it's the G last thing he did
Am And he used to roll around in that F red dirt mud
C But now he's skipping town and that G riser's out for blood
Am Don't stop F going, going south
C 'Cause they'll let you play your G music real damn loud
Am Don't stop F heading, heading south
C They will understand the G words that are pouring from your mouth
Am F C G
Am And that boy he called his F daddy to tell him what he did
C As the masses scream the G lyrics of a messed up kid
Am And then he told that old man he was F never coming back
C To be cut down again in a G town like that
Am And he surely came to F learn: people come to watch you fall
C He's out to make a name and a G fool out of 'em all
Am And they'll never understand that F boy and his kind
C 'Cause all they comprehend is a G fuckin' dollar sign
Am Don't stop F going, going south
C 'Cause they'll let you play your G music real damn loud
Am Don't stop F heading, heading south
C 'Cause they will understand the G words that are pouring from your mouth
Am Don't stop F going, going south
C They will understand the G words that are pouring from your mouth
Am Don't stop F going, going south
C 'Cause they'll let you scream your G music real damn loud
