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
Inside’s a little hollow
I feel so beat down
And so hard to swallow
Hey, hey, hey
(Hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
One foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
You picked up in the mornin' and you
Paid off my ticket
You screamed in the car and
Left me out in the thicket
Oh I never would’ve dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
But I keep comin' back 'cause
It’s so hard to kick it
I was born a rebel
Even before my father’s fathers
They called us all rebels
As they burned down 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)
Hey, hey, hey
(Hey, hey, hey)