Rebels (Live At The Wiltern/1985)

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 morning

Yeah with one foot in the grave

And one foot on the pedal

I was born a rebel

I was born a rebel

Well, she picked me up in the morning

And she paid all my tickets

And she screamed in the car

Left me out in the ticket

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

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

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' 'round tonight

Through the concrete and metal

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

And I was born a rebel

Yes, born a rebel

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

Born a rebel

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey