"Rebel Boy" lyrics
Like "No
You can't hangout where them rich folks go
You can't dress up in your dirty-ass clothes
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No
You can't show up with your whiskey and 'smoke'
With your 'smoke', boy
And, boy, you better do just what you're told
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No..."
He rolling around in that 85
Loud-as-hell straight pipes
Better watch yourself
He bad as hell
This boy here. He don't play nice
Got a chip on his shoulder
Demeanor: so much colder
Than the average guy
Passing by
Better do just what I told you
Rough neck
Raised up on the other side of them tracks
Everything he ever got. He had to work and break his back
Shout out to the working man
Sitting at the bar with dirty hands
Taking their shit 7 days a week
Just to make his 30 grand a year
Have a beer and put the fear of God up in 'em
Sometimes they cross that line
And then he got to go, get with them
He was raised up
To stay tough
And he ain't never gon' change for shit
That's right
Damn rebel boy
What you see is what you get
Like "No
You can't hangout where them rich folks go
You can't dress up in your dirty-ass clothes
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
"Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No
You can't show up with your whiskey and 'smoke'
With your 'smoke', boy
And, boy, you better do just what you're told
What you're told
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No..."
I guess, you're at it again
Huh?
Putting one in the wind
Still got that dirty-ass grin
Huh
That 3-0-5 you're toting
You can't keep that in the open
Boy, they think you lost your mind
Chopping lines and smoking dope
And shit can travel quick in a town like this
Your mama 'bout to have a fit
That wild side gonna get you bit
Or hell-bound, get whiskey-bent
Pulling up to the pub with a fifth gone
'Bout to run up in this bitch and get them pissed off
What's happening, baby? This rooster
And I'm trying to put one through you
Well, I guess, I picked the wrong one to try
Ole boy, spit chaw all in my eye
Whipped his ass, then got the boot
Ain't came back 'round since round 0-2
Oh, you know who them dirt-bag boys from the south be
I came from the bottom
So, y'all go ahead and doubt me
Like "No
You can't hangout where them rich folks go
You can't dress up in your dirty-ass clothes
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No
You can't show up with your whiskey and 'smoke'
With your 'smoke', boy
And, boy, you better do just what you're told
What you're told
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No..."
Yeah
Rebel boy, rebel boy, what you're doing?
Rebel boy, rebel boy, what you're doing?
Boy
You can't hangout where them rich folks go
You can't dress up in your dirty-ass clothes
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No
You can't show up with your whiskey and 'smoke'
With your 'smoke', boy
And, boy, you better do just what you're told
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No..."
He rolling around in that 85
Loud-as-hell straight pipes
Better watch yourself
He bad as hell
This boy here. He don't play nice
Got a chip on his shoulder
Demeanor: so much colder
Than the average guy
Passing by
Better do just what I told you
Rough neck
Raised up on the other side of them tracks
Everything he ever got. He had to work and break his back
Shout out to the working man
Sitting at the bar with dirty hands
Taking their shit 7 days a week
Just to make his 30 grand a year
Have a beer and put the fear of God up in 'em
Sometimes they cross that line
And then he got to go, get with them
He was raised up
To stay tough
And he ain't never gon' change for shit
That's right
Damn rebel boy
What you see is what you get
Like "No
You can't hangout where them rich folks go
You can't dress up in your dirty-ass clothes
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
"Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No
You can't show up with your whiskey and 'smoke'
With your 'smoke', boy
And, boy, you better do just what you're told
What you're told
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No..."
I guess, you're at it again
Huh?
Putting one in the wind
Still got that dirty-ass grin
Huh
That 3-0-5 you're toting
You can't keep that in the open
Boy, they think you lost your mind
Chopping lines and smoking dope
And shit can travel quick in a town like this
Your mama 'bout to have a fit
That wild side gonna get you bit
Or hell-bound, get whiskey-bent
Pulling up to the pub with a fifth gone
'Bout to run up in this bitch and get them pissed off
What's happening, baby? This rooster
And I'm trying to put one through you
Well, I guess, I picked the wrong one to try
Ole boy, spit chaw all in my eye
Whipped his ass, then got the boot
Ain't came back 'round since round 0-2
Oh, you know who them dirt-bag boys from the south be
I came from the bottom
So, y'all go ahead and doubt me
Like "No
You can't hangout where them rich folks go
You can't dress up in your dirty-ass clothes
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No
You can't show up with your whiskey and 'smoke'
With your 'smoke', boy
And, boy, you better do just what you're told
What you're told
Why you act like that, ole damn rebel boy?
Why you make folks mad?"
Like "No..."
Yeah
Rebel boy, rebel boy, what you're doing?
Rebel boy, rebel boy, what you're doing?
Boy
