Raised on Rebel

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.