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 -ss 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 Don’t stop goin’, goin’ south Cuz’ they’ll let you play your music real d-mn loud Don’t stop headin’, headin’ south They will understand the words that are pouring from your mouth And that dreamer called his daddy to tell him what he did That the m-sses screamed the lyrics of a messed up kid And then he told his daddy he was never coming back To be cut down again in a town like that And he surely came to learn people come to watch you fall That dreamer’s out making name and a fool out of ‘em all And they’ll never understand that boy and his kind Cuz’ all they comprehend is a worthless dollar sign Don’t stop goin’, goin’ south Cuz’ they’ll let you play your music real d-mn loud Don’t stop headin’, headin’ south Cuz’ they’ll understand the words that are pouring from your mouth