Drive-By Truckers - Rebels lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - Rebels lyrics]
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
Insides a little hollow
I feel so beat down and
It's so hard to swallow
I was born a rebel down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
You picked me up in the mornin'
And you paid all my tickets
Then she screamed in the car
And left me out in the thicket
Well I never woulda 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 down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
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
As they burned 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
I was born a rebel down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
I'm too drunk to follow
I know you won't feel this way tomorrow
A little rough around the edges
Insides a little hollow
I feel so beat down and
It's so hard to swallow
I was born a rebel down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
You picked me up in the mornin'
And you paid all my tickets
Then she screamed in the car
And left me out in the thicket
Well I never woulda 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 down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
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
As they burned 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
I was born a rebel down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel