Rebels Drive-By Truckers

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 (Hey, hey, hey)
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 woulda dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
But I keep comin' back
'Cause it's so hard to kick it