C#m A E B 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 singleâwordâheâsaid And they castâhim to theâwolves when he wasnât well and fed But boys weâve got a riser, a riser in our midst And he will get the last laugh if itâs the last thing he did And he used to roll around in that red dirt mud But now heâs skipping town and that dreamer's out for blood Chorus: C#m A Don't stop going, going south E B 'Cause they'll let you play your music real damn loud C#m A Don't stop heading, heading south E B 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 Theyâll never understand, that boy and his kind 'Cause all they comprehend is a fuckin' dollar sign Chorus: So don't stop goin', goin' south 'Cause theyâll let you play your music real damn loud Donât stop headinâ, headinâ south 'Cause they will understand the words that are pourin' from your mouth Donât stop goinâ, goinâ south 'Cause theyâll let you play your music real damn loud Donât stop headinâ, headinâ south They will understand the words that are pourin' from your mouth | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m E B |