Capo 4 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 They cast him to the wolves when he wasn't well and fed 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 to roll around in that red dirt mud But now he's skipping town and that dreamer's out for blood Don't stop going, going south 'Cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud Don't stop heading, heading south They will understand the words that are pouring from your mouth And that dreamer called his daddy to tell him what he did As the masses scream 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 dreamers 'r out to make a name and fool out of 'em all And they'll never understand that boy and his kind 'Cause all they comprehend is a worthless dollar sign Don't stop going, going south 'Cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud Don't stop heading, heading south They will understand the words that are pouring from your mouth Don't stop going, going south 'Cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud Don't stop heading, heading south Cause they'll understand the words that are pouring from your mouth