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The corner store smells like Pall Mall's The cashier wears the same overall's The cops wash the blood off their hands with the moonshine They took from the moonlight Dirty South yea-yea-yea-yeah 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 yea-yea-yea-yeah 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 yea-yea-yea-yeah Dirty South [?] Woah-woahoh-woahohoh Dirty South Dirty South Dirty South From Letras Mania