Intro: A# F Gm D# A# Gm Honey donʼt walk out Iʼm too drunk to follow A# Gm You know you wonʼt feel this way tomorrow D# F Well - maybe Iʼm a little rough around the edges D# F Inside a little hollow D# F I get faced with somethings sometimes D# F Gm That are so hard to swallow - Hey ! Chorus: A# I was born a rebel Gm A# Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning D# F Yeah - with one foot in the grave D# F And one foot on the pedal Gm 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.
