Rebels — текст песни (Tom Petty)

Honey don`t walk out, I`m too drunk to follow
You know you won`t feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe a little rough around the edges
Or inside a little hollow,
I get faced with some things, sometimes
That are so hard to swallow, hey!

Chorus
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin`
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel

She picked me up in the mornin`, and she paid all my tickets
Then she screamed in the car
Left me out in the thicket
Well I never woulda dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Yeah but I keep comin` back
`Cause it`s so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey

(Repeat Chorus)

Even before my father`s father
They called us all rebels
While they burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils
Yeah, when I`m walking round at night
Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey

(Repeat Chorus)