Rebels

C - Am C - Am C - G - Am - F (4x)

C - Am

1. Honey, don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow,

C - Am

you know you won't feel this way tomorrow.

F G - F G

Well, maybe I'm a little rough around the edges, inside a little hollow,

F G - F G

I get faced with some things sometimes that are so hard to swallow.

Am C

Hey hey hey! I was born a rebel,

Am C

down in Dixie on a Sunday morning.

F G F G

Yeah, with one foot in the grave, and one foot on the pedal,

Am C

I was born a rebel, born a rebel.

- C - Am

2. Well, she picked me up in the morning, and she paid all my tickets,

- C - Am

yeah, she screamed in the car and threw me out in the thicket.

F G F G

Well, I never would've dreamed that her heart was so wicked,

- F G F G

oh, but I keep coming back, ‘cause it's so hard to kick it.

+ CHORUS F - C F - G - G7

C - Am

3. Even before my father's fathers they called us all rebels,

C Am

burned our cornfields and left our cities leveled.

F G F G

I can still see the eyes of those blue-bellied devils,

- F G F G

when I'm walking round tonight, through the concrete and metal.

+ CHORUS + C - Am (2x) C - G - Am - F (2x) - G + CHORUS ….

(Tom Petty)