Rebels - Drive-By Truckers

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)