Heading South

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 --- Heading South - Zach Bryan