Rebels (Alternate version from Southern Accents sessions—1985)

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 left me out in the thicket
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

[Chorus]

Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities level
I can still feel the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walking round tonight
Through the concrete and metal
Hey, hey, hey