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