Rebels
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 somethings sometimes That are so hard to swallow - Hey!
Chorus: 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 out my ticket Yeah she screamed in the car And threw me out in the thicket Well - I never would've dreamed That her heart was so wicked Oh - but I keep coming back
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