Honey don't walk out 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 I'm a little rough around the edges
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Inside a little hollow
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I get faced with somethings sometimes
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That are so hard to swallow - Hey!
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[Chorus:]
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I was born a rebel
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Down in Dixie on a 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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Well she picked me up in the morning
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And she paid out my ticket
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Yeah she screamed in the car
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And threw me out in the thicket
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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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[Chorus]
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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 level
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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 walking round tonight
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Through the concrete and metal.
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Hey, hey, hey
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Rebels
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| Tom Petty |
