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Drive By Truckers

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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
Hey, hey, hey
(hey, hey, hey)
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 would'a dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
But i keep comin' back
'cause it's so hard to kick it,
Hey, hey, hey
(hey, hey, hey)
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
Hey, hey, hey
(hey, hey, hey)
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.
Hey, hey, hey
(hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
(hey, hey, hey)

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