Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers — Rebels

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 Or inside a little hollow I get faced with some things sometimes That are so hard to swallow, 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, born a rebel She picked me up in the mornin' And she paid all my tickets Then she screamed in the car Left me out in the thicket Well I never would've dreamed That her heart was so wicked Yeah 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 mornin' Yeah with one foot in the grave And one foot on the pedal I was born a rebel, born a rebel Even before my father's father They called us all rebels As 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, 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, born a rebel 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, born a rebel Hey hey hey