"Rebels" is a song by Tom Petty & The Heart Breakers, released in 1985 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:33 long and contains 39 lines and 231 words.
Lyrics
0:14Songs Title：rebels
0:29Honey dont walk out Im too drunk to follow
0:36You know you wont feel this way tomorrow
0:43Well maybe Im a little rough around the edges
0:46Inside a little hollow
0:49I get faced with some things sometimes
0:53That are so hard to swallow
0:56Hey hey hey
0:59I was born a rebel
1:02Down in dixie on a sunday morning
1:09Yeah with one foot in the grave
1:13And one foot on the pedal
1:16I was born a rebel
1:24Well she picked me up in the morning
1:27And she paid all my tickets
1:31Yeah she screamed in the car
1:34And threw me out in th e thicket
1:37Well I never wouldve dreamed
1:39That her heart was so wicked
1:44Oh but I keep coming back
1:47Cause its so hard to kick it
1:52I was born a rebel
1:57Down in dixie on a sunday morning
2:04Yeah with one foot in the grave
2:08And on e foot on the pedal
2:11I was born a rebel
2:47Even before my fathers fathers
2:51They called us all rebels
2:54Burned our cornfields
3:00And left our cities leveled
3:01I can still see the eyes
3:04Of those blue bellied devils
3:07When Im walkin g round tonight
3:10Through the concrete and metal
3:17I was born a rebel
3:20Down in dixie on a sunday morning
3:29Yeah with one foot in the grave
3:31And one foot on the pedal
3:33I was born a rebel
Songs Title：rebels Honey dont walk out Im too drunk to follow You know you wont feel this way tomorrow Well maybe Im 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 Well she picked me up in the morning And she paid all my tickets Yeah she screamed in the car And threw me out in th e thicket Well I never wouldve dreamed That her heart was so wicked Oh but I keep coming back Cause its so hard to kick it I was born a rebel Down in dixie on a sunday morning Yeah with one foot in the grave And on e foot on the pedal I was born a rebel Even before my fathers 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 Im walkin g round tonight Through the concrete and metal 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
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