Intro: C G Am F C Am Honey donʼt walk out Iʼm too drunk to follow C Am 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 Am That are so hard to swallow - Hey ! Chorus: C I was born a rebel Am 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 Am 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.
