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