Heading South

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

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Boys, we've got a riser, a riser in our midst

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