Rebel Kids Justin Moore
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[Verse 1]
Daddy drove a bobcat momma poured coffee
At the cast iron skillet that shared the same lot as the amoco
And I remember me and my brother busting out the screened door
Like a couple wild Indians ten speeds for horses were fast as we could go
[Chorus]
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised
Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
I still got the scars
From growing up hard
There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change
Bout this old boy and the way we lived
God bless the rebel kids
[Verse 2]
We wore Walmart rubber boots out in the rain
Shootin' empty coke cans at a cool water creek
With a ten pump pellet gun
We were zebco reelin', marlboro steelin'
Outta daddy's new pack
Just to get the back of his callused hand
Oh I can still feel it man
[Chorus]
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised
Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
I still got the scars
From growing up hard
There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change
Bout this old boy and the way we lived
God bless the rebel kids
Daddy drove a bobcat momma poured coffee
At the cast iron skillet that shared the same lot as the amoco
And I remember me and my brother busting out the screened door
Like a couple wild Indians ten speeds for horses were fast as we could go
[Chorus]
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised
Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
I still got the scars
From growing up hard
There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change
Bout this old boy and the way we lived
God bless the rebel kids
[Verse 2]
We wore Walmart rubber boots out in the rain
Shootin' empty coke cans at a cool water creek
With a ten pump pellet gun
We were zebco reelin', marlboro steelin'
Outta daddy's new pack
Just to get the back of his callused hand
Oh I can still feel it man
[Chorus]
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised
Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
I still got the scars
From growing up hard
There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change
Bout this old boy and the way we lived
God bless the rebel kids
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