Well she picked me up in the morning
I was born a rebel, born a rebel
Hey hey hey
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
I was born a rebel
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
And one foot on the pedal
Of those blue bellied devils
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
I was born a rebel, I was born a rebel, yeah
And she paid all my tickets
I was born a rebel, born a rebel
And she screamed in the car
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
When I'm walking round tonight
They called us all rebels
Well, maybe I'm a little
I get faced with some things sometimes
Through the concrete and metal
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
That are so hard to swallow
Hey hey hey
I was born a rebel
Hey hey hey
I was born a rebel, I was born a rebel
And left me out in th e thicket
And left our cities leveled
Even before my father's fathers
Well I never would've dreamed
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
'Cause it's so hard to kick it
I was born a rebel
Inside a little hollow
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
Oh but I keep coming back
Rough around the edges
I can still see the eyes
Hey hey hey
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
And one foot on the pedal
That her heart was so wicked
Burned our cornfields
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
Hey hey hey
