Interpret:

Tom Petty

Album:

Southern accents

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 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, yeah


 Well she picked me up in the morning
 And she paid all my tickets
 And she screamed in the car
 And left me out in th e 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
 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


 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 walking 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
 I was born a rebel, I was 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