Petty was supported by his band, The Heartbreakers, for the majority of his career. He has occasionally released solo work, as was the case with his 2006 album Highway Companion on which he performed most of the backing instrumentation himself. However, members of The Heartbreakers have played on each of his solo albums and the band has always backed him when touring in support of those albums.
After the Petty's previous band Mudcrutch disbanded, Petty, never one to give up, enlisted Mudcrutch members Tench (keyboards) and Mike Campbell (guitar), along with Gainesville musicians Ron Blair (bass) and Stan Lynch (drums) to form the now famous lineup that was dubbed Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. They released their first album, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in November 1976. In 2006, the band celebrated the 30th anniversary of that release.
This lineup stayed intact for four records and was responsible for some of the most infectious songs ("American Girl", "Breakdown", "Listen To Her Heart", "Refugee", "I Need To Know", "Don't Do Me Like That") and one of the most critically acclaimed albums ("Damn the Torpedoes") of all time. Their tremendous success catapulted them from club band to arena rockers seemingly overnight.
Bassist Blair split the band in 1982 and was replaced by Howie Epstein, a protege of seminal rocker Del Shannon. Epstein's solid playing and soaring backing vocals further complemented the band's live attack. Without missing a beat, they headed back into the studio to record a string of successful albums, including the classic "Long After Dark". In 1994, Stan Lynch left the Heartbreakers to pursue other musical challenges and Steve Ferrone (well regarded for his work with the Average White Band and Eric Clapton) soon became the Heartbreakers' chosen drummer.
Most recently, at a time when many of their contemporaries have long since grown complacent, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers have in 2002 released one of their finest and most controversial efforts - featuring some of Petty's most moving songs. Recorded both before and following the group's 2002 induction into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame, "The Last DJ", reflected Petty's strong views about the state of the music business and the culture generally. With the departure of Howie Epstein, "The Last DJ" marked another notable return: after two decades away, founding Heartbreaker Ron Blair returned to the band's rhythm section. In 2010, The Heartbreakers released the well received album "Mojo".
Petty died on 2 October 2017 following a cardiac episode earlier that day at his home in Malibu, California. Although some media outlets incorrectly reported his death following an erroneous police report, his death was confirmed later that day by his publicist and manager.
Rebels
Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers Lyrics
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You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe a little rough around the edges
Or inside, a little hollow
Yeah, I get faced with some things, sometimes
That are so hard to swallow, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
Yeah, 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 (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
Even before my father's father
They called us all rebels
As 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 (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
Born a rebel
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
"Rebels" by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers is a song about rebellion and defiance, with a focus on the struggle to break free from something that is holding you down. The song begins with the singer pleading with his partner not to leave him because he is too drunk to follow, telling her that she won't feel the same way in the morning. The character admits that he has faced difficult obstacles that he struggled to endure.
The song then shifts to the singer's past, recalling how he was born a rebel in Dixie, with one foot in the grave and one foot on the pedal. He then reminisces about a woman who paid his tickets and drove him around, only to leave him stranded in a thicket. Although her heart was wicked, he found it hard to stay away because of his rebellious nature. The song then shifts to a more political tone, with the singer reflecting on his family's history of rebellion dating back to his father's father, and how they were targeted by blue-bellied devils who burned their fields and leveled their cities. The song ends with a repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the singer's rebellious nature and his unbreakable determination to fight against any odds.
Line by Line Meaning
Honey don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow
I'm too intoxicated to keep up with you if you leave, so please stay.
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
You are aware that your current emotions are irrational and will not last long.
Well, maybe a little rough around the edges
I'm not perfect, but I have some good qualities to offer.
Or inside, a little hollow
Despite my tough exterior, I may have some emotional issues or insecurities.
Yeah, I get faced with some things, sometimes
That are so hard to swallow, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I encounter difficult situations that are tough to deal with and accept.
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
I've always had a rebellious spirit, originating from southern United States.
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
I was born a rebel
I've always lived life with a sense of urgency and rebellion, refusing to conform to society's expectations.
Yeah, 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
A woman helped and then betrayed me, leaving me stranded in a forest.
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 (hey, hey, hey)
I never suspected her to be so cruel, but I still return to her because I struggle to break free from her hold on me.
Even before my father's father
They called us all rebels
As they burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
My family and ancestors have always been viewed as rebellious, targeted by destructive forces.
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 (hey, hey, hey)
I still feel the imposing gaze of my oppressors, even as I navigate through modern society.
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
I was born a rebel, down in Dixie (hey, hey, hey)
On a Sunday mornin'
I embody the spirit of rebellion that is inherent to southern United States.
Yeah, with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal, I was born a rebel
Born a rebel
I continue to lead a life of rebellion, constantly pushing forward in defiance of expectations.
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
Repeated chorus emphasizing my rebellious nature and southern roots.
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: Tom Petty
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Icarus Windjammer
Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well - maybe I'm a little rough around the edges
Inside a little hollow
I get faced with somethings sometimes
That are so hard to swallow - Hey!
[Chorus:]
I was born a rebel
Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning
Yeah - with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel.
Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid 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
'Cause it's so hard to kick it.
Hey, hey, hey
[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.
Hey, hey, hey
CW Singer Jr
Born in DC, lived in Virginia my first 5 years. Went to Illinois from first grade through High School.
Moved to Fla, which has much Southern culture regardless of what people may say.
Been in GA and Alabama since then.
Hey Hey Hey!
I was born...
Jake Player
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!
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, 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 would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Yeah but I keep coming back
'Cause it's so hard to kick it, hey, hey, hey
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, s'born a rebel
Even before my father's father
They called us all rebels
As 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 tonight
Through the concrete and metal, hey, hey, hey
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, born a rebel
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, born a rebel
Hey hey hey
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Norwegian Blue
Such an underrated album. I can listen to it from beginning to end with no reservations. This song is as good as any of of Petty's hits.
Tom Mcfadden
Not to those like us. 😊
Darrell Knight
Me too still love it Howie on bass I can't go wrong
Michael DiGiacomo
Totally agree. I saw this tour. Incredible concert.
Zlatan Člověčič
Perhaps the "flanger & foggy" 80's sound & arrangment makes the good songs less straightfoward thus less appreciated.
Big Cat
There is no better writer than Tom Petty. Everything he made was Gold
Alexa Saltz
I miss this man. He always put on an amazing show. Never a let down. He made fans feel important and so few can do that. I am grateful that I got to grow up with his music.
David Ayers
Love this. No one even has the balls to mention the word Dixie in a song anymore, let alone mention a blue-bellied devil. Rock on forever, Tom...
GaiterAT
Nothing like a Sunday morning in Dixie my friend
The Tom Petty Project
I don't think you've understood exactly what this song is about. He's not championing the Southern cause or manifest destiny. He's singing from the viewpoint of a character who blames all his self-induced troubles on his heritage. He's belnding imagery with narrative and blurring the lines through the perspective of this hopeless drunk who just doesn't want to be alone and can't get himself righted. It's not a battle cry.