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

You know you won't feel this way tomorrow, I'm just

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

Hey, hey, hey (I was born a rebel)

Down in Dixie, on a Sunday morning (Hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel

I was born a rebel, yeah

She picked me up in the morning

And she paid out my ticket

And she screamed in the car

Left me out in the thicket

Well I never would've dreamed

That her heart was so wicked

Oh, but I keep coming back

'Cause it's so hard to kick it

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey (I was born a rebel)

Down in Dixie, on a Sunday morning (Hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, with one foot in the grave

One foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel

Born a rebel

Even before my father's fathers, yeah

They called us all rebels, as they

Burned our cornfields

They left our cities level

I can still feel the eyes

Of those blue bellied devils

Yeah, when I'm walking round tonight

Through the concrete and metal

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey (I was born a rebel)

Down in Dixie, on a Sunday morning (Hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel

I was born a rebel

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey (I was born a rebel)

Down in Dixie, on a Sunday morning (Hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel

Born a rebel

Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey)