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   Or inside a little hollow,    I get faced with some things, sometimes   That are so hard to swallow, hey!      Chorus   I was born a rebel, down in Dixie   On a Sunday mornin'   Yeah with one foot in the grave   And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel      She picked me up in the mornin', and she paid all my tickets   Then she screamed in the car   Left me out in the thicket   Well I never woulda dreamed   That her heart was so wicked   Yeah but I keep comin' back   'Cause it's so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey      (Repeat Chorus)       Even before my father's father   They called us all rebels   While they burned our cornfields   And left our cities leveled   I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils   Yeah, when I'm walking round at night   Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey      (Repeat Chorus)