Rebels (Tom Petty)

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 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, I was born a rebel, yeah Well she picked me up in the morning And she paid all my tickets And she screamed in the car And left me out in th e 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 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, born a rebel 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 Hey hey hey 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, I was born a rebel Hey hey hey 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, born a rebel Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey ...