Rebel Runs Deep

Yeah the rebel runs deep

Buried in my bones, it won't let me go, my soul

Been selling for cheap

Another bloody nose, swerving down the road, with some pills in the console

Riding shotgun with whiskey

Until the day that it kills me

But the rebel runs deep

There's still a little devil up my sleeve

Nothing but chain smoke when I breathe

'Til the day it kills me

30 pack of beer on my backseat

Story burned in the back of my jeans

Mama raised the hell out of me

But the rebel runs deep

It's just a matter of time

'Til my luck runs out, in a dive bar, driving this town

Been wasting my life

So much doubt, you'd think by now I'd slow this train down

Riding shotgun with whiskey

Until the day that it kills me

There's still a little devil up my sleeve

Nothing but chain smoke when I breathe

'Til the day it kills me

30 pack of beer on my backseat

Story burned in the back of my jeans

Mama raised the hell out of me

But the rebel runs deep

Riding shotgun with whiskey

Until the day that it kills me

There's still a little devil up my sleeve

Nothing but chain smoke when I breathe

'Til the day it kills me

30 pack of beer on my backseat

Story burned in the back of my jeans

Mama raised the hell out of me

But the rebel runs deep