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