Tom Petty
Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Yeah just... maybe a little rough around the edges
Or... inside a little hollow
I get faced with some things sometimes
Made it so hard to swallow...
Hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey hey hey!) on a Sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel... I was born a rebel
Yeah... she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
Then she screamed in the car
Let me out in the thicket
Well I never would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh but I keep coming back
Cause it's so hard to kick it
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey hey hey!) on a Sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel... born a rebel
Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
They burned our cornfields
They left our cities leveled
I can still feel the army
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walking round at night
Through the concrete and metal
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey hey hey!) on a Sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel... I born a rebel
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie (hey hey hey!) on a Sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel... born a rebel
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)
Hey hey hey!
(Hey hey hey!)