Intro: C# G# A#m F# C# A#m Honey donʼt walk out Iʼm too drunk to follow C# A#m You know you wonʼt feel this way tomorrow F# G# Well - maybe Iʼm a little rough around the edges F# G# Inside a little hollow F# G# I get faced with somethings sometimes F# G# A#m That are so hard to swallow - Hey ! Chorus: C# I was born a rebel A#m C# Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning F# G# Yeah - with one foot in the grave F# G# And one foot on the pedal A#m I was born a rebel. Well she picked me up in the morning And she payed out my ticket Yeah she screamed in the car And threw me out in the thicket Well - I never wouldʼve dreamed That her heart was so wicked Oh - but I keep coming back ʼCos itʼs so hard to kick it. Chorus. Even before my fatherʼs fathers They called us all rebels Burned our cornfields And left our cities level I can still see the eyes Of those blue bellied devils When Iʼm walking round tonight Through the concrete and metal.
