| Honey don’t walk out I’m too drunk to follow
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| You know you won’t feel this way tomorrow
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| Well, maybe I’m a little
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| Rough around the edges
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| Inside a little hollow
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| I get faced with some things sometimes
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| That are so hard to swallow
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| Hey hey hey
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| I was born a rebel
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| Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
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| Yeah, with one foot in the grave
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| And one foot on the pedal
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| I was born a rebel, I was born a rebel, yeah
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| Well she picked me up in the morning
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| And she paid all my tickets
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| And she screamed in the car
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| And left me out in th e thicket
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| Well I never would’ve dreamed
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| That her heart was so wicked
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| Oh but I keep coming back
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| 'Cause it’s so hard to kick it
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| Hey hey hey
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| I was born a rebel
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| Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
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| Yeah, with one foot in the grave
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| And one foot on the pedal
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| I was born a rebel, born a rebel
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| Even before my father’s fathers
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| They called us all rebels
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| Burned our cornfields
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| And left our cities leveled
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| I can still see the eyes
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| Of those blue bellied devils
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| When I’m walking round tonight
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| Through the concrete and metal
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| Hey hey hey
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| I was born a rebel
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| Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
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| Yeah, with one foot in the grave
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| And one foot on the pedal
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| I was born a rebel, I was born a rebel
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| Hey hey hey
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| I was born a rebel
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| Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
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| Yeah, with one foot in the grave
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| And one foot on the pedal
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| I was born a rebel, born a rebel
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| Hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey |