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
Chorus:
(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
Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
Yeah she screamed in the car
And left 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
Chorus
Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still feel the eyes
Of those blue-bellied devils
When I'm walking around tonight
Through the concrete and metal
Chorus
1 | The Waiting |
2 | Into the great wide open |
3 | I Should Have Known It |
4 | Insider |
5 | Jefferson Jericho Blues |
6 | Don't Pull Me Over |
7 | First Flash Of Freedom |
8 | Good Enough |
9 | All Or Nothin' |
10 | Walls (No. 3) |