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 Or inside a little hollow, I get faced with some things, sometimes That are so hard to swallow, hey!
Chorus I was born a rebel, down in Dixie On a Sunday mornin` Yeah with one foot in the grave And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
She picked me up in the mornin`, and she paid all my tickets Then she screamed in the car Left me out in the thicket Well I never woulda dreamed That her heart was so wicked Yeah but I keep comin` back `Cause it`s so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey
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Even before my father`s father They called us all rebels While they burned our cornfields And left our cities leveled I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils Yeah, when I`m walking round at night Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey
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