Tom Petty Rebels

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 somethings sometimes

That are so hard to swallow – 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 out my ticket

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

Hey, hey, hey


Even before my father’s fathers

They called us all rebels

Burned our cornfields

And left our cities level

I can still feel the eyes

Of those blue bellied devils

When I’m walking round tonight

Through the concrete and metal

Hey, hey, hey