[Verse 1]
Yeah, I was born where the backroads bend,
Mud on my boots and a bottle in hand.
Mama said, “Boy, you best behave,”
But I was shootin’ whiskey by the sixth-grade cave.
Old man had Skynyrd in the dash,
I had rap cassettes and a full tank of gas.
Double-barrel life, I don’t play pretend—
Raised on rebel, and I don’t break, I bend.
[Chorus]
I’m a six-string slinger, small-town king,
Layin’ down beats like a redneck dream.
Whiskey in my blood, fire in my soul,
Still ridin’ dirty down a two-lane road.
Got a wild heart you can’t control,
Yeah, I was raised on rebel—rock and roll.
[Verse 2]
Tattoos, scars, stories to tell,
Fought some fights and I gave ’em hell.
Radio don’t play what I make loud,
But I still bring the truth to a rowdy crowd.
Mix a little outlaw with Detroit steel,
I turn broken dreams into gold and wheels.
From the trailer park to the front-page stage,
I’m the last of a breed they can’t cage.
[Chorus]
I’m a six-string slinger, small-town king,
Layin’ down beats like a redneck dream.
Whiskey in my blood, fire in my soul,
Still ridin’ dirty down a two-lane road.
Got a wild heart you can’t control,
Yeah, I was raised on rebel—rock and roll.
[Bridge]
Ain’t about the money or the fame I chase,
It’s the roar of the crowd and the thrill I taste.
From the dirt to the stage, I walk that line,
A little bit outlaw, a lotta good time.
[Final Chorus]
I’m a six-string slinger, outlaw king,
Guitars wailin’ while the angels sing.
Whiskey in my blood, fire in my soul,
Still ridin’ dirty down a two-lane road.
Got a wild heart you can’t control,
Yeah, I was raised on rebel—rock and roll.