orenda fink
dirty south
In a flatbed, in a trailer You are royalty there Among kings and their jailers You speak the truth with your 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 The dirty south Is your living hell  A tree, you stand there 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 In the dirty south