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

You picked me up in the mornin'

And you paid off my ticket

You screamed in the car

And left me out in the thicket

Well, I never would've 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)