Dirty South

The corner store smells like Pall Malls

The cashier wears the same overalls

The cops wash the blood off their hands

With the moonshine

They took from the moonlight

Dirty South

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dirty South

In the Dirty South, Dirty South

Cars burn into the dark sky

No leads, nobody knows why

Dead bodies in the trees

Where I get my soul

Dead end roads

Dead end roads lead to the small trails

Headstones from the 1800s

Ghosts lurk 'til you feel the chill in your spine

In these pines

Dirty South

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dirty South

In the Dirty South, Dirty South

Dirty South you have raised me

Dirty South, Dixie made me

Dirty South I love you

But sometimes you hate me

Times you hate me

Dirty South

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dirty South

In the Dirty South, Dirty South

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa

Dirty South, Dirty South, Dirty South