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