Lyrics:

I don't know nothin' bout nothing
But my own misery
Ooh, I been dreaming of swinging from that old palmetto tree
Yeah, I been thinking about making tracks
But the only road I know
It's going to lead me back
I'm stuck in the South
I'm stuck in the South
I'm stuck in the South

I don't know nothin' 'bout Southern belles
But I can tell you something 'bout Southern hell
When your skin, give 'em cause
To take and take
I been itching like a bitch with fleas
And I'm too cold in the summer heat
Saying please, get me out
Lord God, put me down
I'm stuck in the South
I'm stuck in the South
I'm stuck in the South

Clean my room
I'm going to dust my broom
Yeah, I'm leaving soon
Yeah, I'm leaving soon
I'm going to sing my blues
I bleached my blues
Yeah, I'm leaving soon
I can't get stuck in the South
I'm stuck in the South
Oh, I'm stuck in the South