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Honey don’t you walk out, I’m too drunk to follow

I know you won’t feel this way tomorrow

A little rough around the edges

Insides a little hollow

I feel so beat down and

It’s so hard to swallow

I was born a rebel

Down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

With one foot in the ground

And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel

You picked me up in the mornin', and you paid all my tickets

Then she screamed in the car

And left me out in the thicket

Well I never woulda dreamed

That her heart was so wicked

But I keep comin' back

'Cause it’s so hard to kick it

I was born a rebel

Down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

With one foot in the ground

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

As they burned our cornfields

And left our cities leveled

Well I still feel the eyes of them blue-bellied devils

While I’m walking around through the concrete and metal

I was born a rebel

Down in Dixie

On a Sunday mornin'

With one foot in the ground

And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel

I was born a rebel

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