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Honey don't walk out |
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I'm too drunk to follow |
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You know you won't feel this way tomorrow |
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Well, maybe a little rough around the edges |
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Inside a little hollow |
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I get faced with some things, sometimes |
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That are so hard to swallow |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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I was born a rebel |
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Down in Dixie on a |
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Sunday morning |
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Yeah with one foot in the grave |
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And one foot on the pedal |
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I was born a rebel |
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I was born a rebel |
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Well, she picked me up in the morning |
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And she paid all my tickets |
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And she screamed in the car |
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Left me out in the ticket |
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Well I never would've dreamed |
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That her heart was so wicked |
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Oh but I keep coming back' |
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Cause it's so hard to kick it |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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I was born a rebel |
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Down in Dixie on a |
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Sunday morning |
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Yeah with one foot in the grave |
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And one foot on the pedal |
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I was born a rebel |
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I was born a rebel |
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Even before my father's fathers |
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They called us all rebels |
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Burned our cornfields |
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And left our cities leveled |
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I can still see the eyes |
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Of those blue bellied devils |
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When I'm walkin' 'round tonight |
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Through the concrete and metal |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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I was born a rebel |
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Down in Dixie on a |
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Sunday morning |
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Yeah with one foot in the grave |
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And one foot on the pedal |
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And I was born a rebel |
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Yes, born a rebel |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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I was born a rebel |
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Down in Dixie on a |
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Sunday morning |
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Yeah with one foot in the grave |
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And one foot on the pedal |
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I was born a rebel |
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Born a rebel |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey |
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Hey, hey, hey |
