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!

[Chorus:]

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

[Chorus]

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