Adam Hood - 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

Written by:
ADAM HOOD, JASON JONES

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Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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