Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow

You know you won't feel this way tomorrow

Well, maybe I'm 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



Well she picked me up in the morning

And she paid all my tickets

Yeah she screamed in the car

And threw me out in th e thicket

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



I was born a rebel

Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning

Yeah with one foot in the grave

And on e foot on the pedal

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 g round tonight

Through the concrete and metal



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