Speed of the South

I can't write like William Faulkner

I can't sing like Shelby Lynne

And if you show up talking southern

Brother, they won't let you in

Like a man without a country

Like a king without a crown

'Cause these kids don't give a damn about

How they drove old Dixie down

And I feel like a rock with nowhere to roll

But I've come too far to sell my soul

And everybody moves at the speed of light

And I barely get around

Moving at the speed of the south

Might help me out to smooth my edges

What would it hurt to try to fit in?

Well, it might be fun if I let it

Oh, there I go again

And I feel like a rock with nowhere to roll

But I've come too far to sell my soul

And everybody moves at the speed of light

And I barely get around

Moving at the speed of the south

I never thought I'd be an afterthought

Hard as I fought to find my place

After all this time, it ain't hard to find

The lines on my face

I feel like a rock with nowhere to roll

But I've come too far to sell my soul

When everybody moves at the speed of light

And I barely get around

Moving at the speed of the south

Moving at the speed of the south