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
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
