Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow. You know you won't feel this way tomorrow. Well maybe a little rough around the edges. Or inside a little hollow. I get faced with some things sometimes. That are so hard to swallow hey!. Chorus. I was born a rebel down in Dixie. On a Sunday mornin'. Yeah with one foot in the grave. And one foot on the pedal I was born a rebel. She picked me up in the mornin' and she paid all my tickets. Then she screamed in the car. Left me out in the thicket. Well I never woulda dreamed. That her heart was so wicked. Yeah but I keep comin' back. 'Cause it's so hard to kick it hey hey hey. (Repeat Chorus). Even before my father's father. They called us all rebels. While they burned our cornfields. And left our cities leveled. I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils. Yeah when I'm walking round at night. Through the concrete and metal hey hey hey. (Repeat Chorus)