Honey don’t walk out
I’m too drunk to follow
You know you won’t
Feel this way tomorrow
Well maybe I’m a little
Rough around the edges
Inside, a little hollow
I get faced with some things sometimes
That are so hard to swallow
Hey, hey, hey
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I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
Yeah, she screamed in the car
And threw me out in the thicket
Well I never would have dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh, but I keep coming back
‘Cause it’s so hard to kick it
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Even before my father’s fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue-bellied devils
When I’m walking ’round tonight
Through the concrete and metal
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