Drive-By Truckers - Rebels

^CHoney don't you walk out I`m ^Amtoo drunk to follow ^CYou know you won't feel this ^Amway tomorrow ^FA little rough around the ^Gedges ^FInside a little ^Ghollow ^FI get faced with ^Gsomething's sometimes ^FThat are s^Go hard to swallow - ^AmHey, Hey, Hey

I was born a ^Crebel Down in ^AmDixie on a Sunday ^Cmorning Yeah - with ^Fone foot in the ^Ggrave And ^Fone foot on the ^Gpedal I was born a ^Amrebel.

^CWell she picked me up in the morning And she ^Ampaid out my ticket ^CYeah she screamed in the car And ^Amthrew me out in the thicket ^FI never would've ^Gdreamed That her ^Fheart was so ^Gwicked ^FBut I keep coming ^Gback ^F'Cos it's s^Go hard to kick it - ^AmHey, Hey, Hey

I was born a ^Crebel Down in ^AmDixie on a Sunday ^Cmorning Yeah - with ^Fone foot in the ^Ggrave And ^Fone foot on the ^Gpedal I was born a ^Amrebel.

^CEven before my father's fathers They ^Amcalled us all rebels ^CBurned our cornfields And ^Amleft our cities level ^FI can still see the eyes Of those ^Gblue bellied devils ^FWhen I'm walking round ^Gtonight ^FThrough the ^Gconcrete and metal. ^Am