Songtext von 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 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