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