Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe 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 mornin'
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 mornin'
And she paid all my tickets
Yeah she screamed in the car
left me out in the thicket
Well I never woulda dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Yeah 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 one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel

Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
While they burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still feel the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
yeah When I'm walking round at night
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