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 threw me out in the thicket
Well — I never would’ve dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh — but I keep coming back