Rebels

Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe I'm a little
Rough around the edgesInside a little hollow
I get faced with some things sometimes
That are so hard to swallowHey hey hey
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel, I was born a rebel, yeahWell she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
And she screamed in the car
And left me out in th e thicketWell I never would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh but I keep coming back
'Cause it's so hard to kick itHey hey hey
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel, born a rebelEven before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveledI can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walking round tonight
Through the concrete and metalHey hey hey
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel, I was born a rebelHey hey hey
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel, born a rebelHey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
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