Rebels lyrics

Honey, don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow

You know you won't feel this way tomorrow

Well, maybe a little rough around the edges

Or inside a little hollow

I get faced with some things sometimes

That are so hard to swallow, hey!

I was born a rebel, down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

Yeah with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel, born a rebel

She picked me up in the mornin'

And she paid all my tickets

Then she screamed in the car

Left me out in the thicket

Well I never would've dreamed

That her heart was so wicked

Yeah but I keep coming back

'Cause it's so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey

I was born a rebel, down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

Yeah with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel, born a rebel

Even before my father's father

They called us all rebels

As they burned our cornfields

And left our cities leveled

I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils

Yeah, when I'm walking round at night

Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey

I was born a rebel, down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

Yeah with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel, born a rebel

I was born a rebel, down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

Yeah with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel, born a rebel

Hey hey hey