{t:REBELS} {st:TOM PETTY} Intro: C G Am F [C]Honey don't walk out I`m [Am]too drunk to follow [C]You know you won't feel this [Am]way tomorrow Well - m[F]aybe I'm a little ro[G]ugh around the edges [F]Inside a little [G]hollow [F]I get faced with [G]somethings sometimes [F]That are s[G]o hard to swallow - [Am]Hey ! {c:Chorus:} {soc} I was born a [C]rebel Down in [Am]Dixie on a Sunday [C]morning Yeah - with [F]one foot in the [G]grave And [F]one foot on the [G]pedal I was born a [Am]rebel. {eoc} Well she picked me up in the morning And she payed out my ticket Yeah she screamed in the car And threw me out in the thicket Well - I never would've dreamed That her heart was so wicked Oh - but I keep coming back 'Cos it's so hard to kick it. {c:Chorus} Even before my father's fathers They called us all rebels Burned our cornfields And left our cities level I can still see the eyes Of those blue bellied devils When I'm walking round tonight Through the concrete and metal.