Innocent they walk into the trees Hands are tied they take in the wild breeze Why'm I free and they are not? The creed is broke their lives are lost Justice takes a toll when you are bought The south is no playground Chew you up and spit you out Awaiting your sweet demise See through your bloodshot eyes Lonesome cowboy beau makes his redemption In and out they go pointing fingertips Innocent they listen to the bleached Hands are tied they're stored up in the keep Reasons why our men are dead Laying there with mouths unfed Discrimination the land beneath our feet The south is no playground Chew you up and spit you out Awaiting your sweet demise See through your bloodshot eyes Lonesome cowboy beau makes his redemption The wild indigos grow where the river flows Yeehaw! Lonesome cowboy beau makes his redemption The wild indigos grow where the river flows