honey don t you walk out i m too drunk to follow i know you won t feel this way tomorrow a little rough around the edges insides a little hollow i feel so beat down and it s so hard to swallow i was born a rebel down in dixie on a sunday mornin with one foot in the ground and one foot on the pedal i was born a rebel you picked me up in the mornin and you paid all my tickets then she screamed in the car and left me out in the thicket well i never woulda dreamed that her heart was so wicked but i keep comin back cause it s so hard to kick it i was born a rebel down in dixie on a sunday mornin with one foot in the ground and one foot on the pedal i was born a rebel i was born a rebel even before my father s fathers they called us all rebels as they burned our cornfields and left our cities leveled well i still feel the eyes of them blue bellied devils while i m walking around through the concrete and metal i was born a rebel down in dixie on a sunday mornin with one foot in the ground and one foot on the pedal i was born a rebel i was born a rebel