Rebels Songtext
von 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, insides a little hollow
I feel so beat down and, it's so hard to swallow

Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel

Picked me up in the mornin′
And you paid all my tickets
You screamed in the car
And left me out in the thicket
Well I never would′a dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
But I keep comin' back
′Cause it's so hard to kick it


Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
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

Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the ground
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel

Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)