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In a flatbed, in a trailer |
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You are royalty there |
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Among keys and their jailers |
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You speak the truth with open mouth |
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Oh to be a boy |
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In the dirty south |
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In the rec room |
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When the rains came |
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She opened her arms to you |
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You tried to love her well |
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You only ended up in jail |
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Oh the dirty south |
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Is your living hell |
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The trees standing |
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While they sharpen their blades |
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To cut you down |
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Beautiful things can come from |
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The dark I once said and |
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I Hoped that you would believe and |
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Rise up from the ashes but now |
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You've been beaten down |
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By the dirty south |
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So let's give a crown |
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A gold shining crown |
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To the dirty south |
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To be a boy, to be a boy |
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In the dirty south |
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To be a boy, to be a boy |
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In the dirty south |
