Text: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. Southern Accents. Rebels.

Honey don't walk out
I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe a little rough around the edges
Inside a little hollow
I get faced with some things, sometimes
That are so hard to swallow
Hey, hey, 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
I was born a rebel

Well, she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
And she screamed in the car
Left me out in the ticket
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

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
I was born a rebel

Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walkin' 'round tonight
Through the concrete and metal
Hey, hey, 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
And I was born a rebel
Yes, born a rebel

Hey, hey, 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
Born a rebel

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey