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Intro: C G Am F C Am Honey don't walk out I`m too drunk to follow C Am You know you won't feel this way tomorrow F G Well - maybe I'm a little rough around the edges F G Inside a little hollow F G I get faced with somethings sometimes F G Am That are so hard to swallow - Hey ! Chorus: C I was born a rebel Am C Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning F G Yeah - with one foot in the grave F G And one foot on the pedal Am I was born a rebel. Well she picked me up in the morning And she payed 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 'Cos 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 level I can still see the eyes Of those blue bellied devils When I'm walking round tonight Through the concrete and metal.
