Intro: C G Am F rebel. 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. 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. I ca (guitartabs.cc)