Rebels
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics


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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
Inside's a little hollow
I feel so beat down
And so hard to swallow

[Chorus]
Hey, hey, hey
(Hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie
On a Sunday mornin'
With one foot in the ground
One foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel

You picked up in the mornin' and you
Paid off my ticket
You screamed in the car and
Left me out in the thicket
Oh I never would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
But I keep comin' back 'cause
It's so hard to kick it

[Chorus]

I was born a rebel

Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
As they burned down our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
Well I still feel the eyes of them blue-bellied devils
While I'm walking around through the concrete and metal

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey
(Hey, hey, hey)




Hey, hey, hey
(Hey, hey, hey)

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of "Rebels" by Drive-By Truckers depicts a moment of desperation between two people, where one is too drunk to follow the other. The following line, "I know you won't feel this way tomorrow," suggests that the relationship between them is strained, and likely to end soon. The lyrics then go on to describe the singer as a little rough around the edges, and hollow on the inside, feeling beaten down and hard to swallow. The chorus of the song talks about how the singer was born a rebel, with one foot in the ground and one foot on the pedal, down in Dixie on a Sunday morning.


As the song moves forward, we find out that the singer was bailed out of jail by the person they were just talking to. The singer talks about how she left him out in the thicket and how he never would've dreamed that her heart was so wicked. However, despite this, the singer keeps coming back because it's so hard to kick the addiction to her. The final verse of the song takes a historic turn, talking about how the singer's family has been called rebels even before his fathers' fathers, and how the Union army burned down their cornfields and left their cities leveled. The song concludes with the singer still feeling the eyes of the blue-bellied devils on him while walking around the concrete and metal of the modern world.


Line by Line Meaning

Honey don't you walk out
Please don't leave me


I'm too drunk to follow
I'm in no condition to chase after you


I know you won't feel this way
I understand you don't want to stay with me


Tomorrow


A little rough around the edges
I may not be perfect


Inside's a little hollow
I feel empty inside


I feel so beat down
I feel worn out


And so hard to swallow
It's difficult for me to accept


Hey, hey, hey


(Hey, hey, hey)


I was born a rebel
My rebellious nature is innate


Down in Dixie
In the South of the United States


On a Sunday mornin'
On a Sunday morning


With one foot in the ground
Half-dead...


One foot on the pedal
...but still moving forward with determination


You picked up in the mornin' and you
You gave me a ride one morning and you


Paid off my ticket
Paid off my legal fees


You screamed in the car and
You were angry and shouting while in the car and


Left me out in the thicket
Abandoned me in the woods


Oh I never would've dreamed
I never expected


That her heart was so wicked
That she could be so cruel


But I keep comin' back 'cause
But I still return to her because


It's so hard to kick it
It's difficult for me to break the cycle with her


Hey, hey, hey


(Hey, hey, hey)


Even before my father's fathers
Generations before my ancestors


They called us all rebels
We were all seen as troublemakers


As they burned down our cornfields
As they destroyed our crops


And left our cities leveled
And left our cities in ruins


Well I still feel the eyes of them blue-bellied devils
I still feel the gaze of the Union soldiers who fought our ancestors during the Civil War


While I'm walking around through the concrete and metal
While I'm navigating my surroundings in the modern world


Hey, hey, hey


(Hey, hey, hey)




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TOM PETTY

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