Rebels

Honey, don't you walk out, I'm too drunk to follow I know you won't feel this way tomorrow A little rough around the edges, insides a little hollow I feel so beat down and, it's so hard to swallow Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) I was born a rebel Down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey) On a Sunday mornin' With one foot in the ground And one foot on the pedal I was born a rebel Picked me up in the mornin' And you paid all my tickets You screamed in the car And left me out in the thicket Well I never would'a dreamed That her heart was so wicked But I keep comin' back 'Cause it's so hard to kick it Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) I was born a rebel Down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey) On a Sunday mornin' With one foot in the ground And one foot on the pedal I was born a rebel I was born a rebel Even before my father's fathers They called us all rebels As they burned our cornfields And left our cities leveled Well I still feel the eyes of them blue-bellied devils While I'm walking around through the concrete and metal Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) I was born a rebel Down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey) On a Sunday mornin' Yeah, with one foot in the ground And one foot on the pedal I was born a rebel I was born a rebel Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey) Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)