Four men hang from the willow tree
The crowd wants more and more
The crooks and shrews and the young'ns too,
Throwing rocks and keeping score

I stopped and looked, and felt a heat
From my gut up to my mouth,
I stooped and gagged with an acid taste,
O Damn Dirty South

I rode along through the woods and streams,
Saw a beggar on his knees,
Praying alone with the pond his home,
Saying God help me please

How cursed a place, where evil dwells,
Insidious to the core,
There's hate in the hearts of the men and boys,
O Damn Dirty South