Rebels

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 Inside a little hollow I get faced with some things, sometimes That are so hard to swallow Hey, 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 Well, she picked me up in the morning And she paid all my tickets And she screamed in the car Left me out in the ticket 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 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 Even before my father's fathers They called us all rebels Burned our cornfields And left our cities leveled I can still see the eyes Of those blue bellied devils When I'm walkin' 'round tonight Through the concrete and metal Hey, 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 And I was born a rebel Yes, born a rebel Hey, 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 rebel Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey