a rebel I've got nothing to hide here Just the feeling inside Don't call me a loser, call me a rebel Call me a rebel, call me a rebel Call me a rebel
me a rebel. I've got nothing to hide, Just the feeling inside! Don't call me a loser, Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel. Call me a rebel
Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? For many years You played
To live without my music, Would be impossible to do 'Cause, in this world of troubles, My music pulls me through
Music was my first love And it will be my last, Music of the future And music of the past. To live without my music Would be impossible to do, In this
Lady of my life, Won't you comfort me tonight, When the troubles of the world are on my shoulders? Lady, make it right. Please don't fuss or fight. I
Pull the damn thing down, We're gonna build a highway. And either side we'll beautify With concrete reaching to the sky. Pull the damn thing down, Soon
As it was in the beginning It will be until the end. Your money buys you people, But it will not buy you friends. Your life is an illusion, So live it
When you lose someone so young, How do you start again? You can't run and hide from the world outside And you lock yourself in, wonder where to begin
is greener. It's easy when you close your eyes, Your worries disappear, Problems you must face are far behind. Things would look much better From a million miles
ripe Box fan on a lawn chair suckin' in swamp air Two hundred mile marker signs from nowhere That's what country is It ain't a rebel flag you bought
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George
cha feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin off when I get finish wit cha you gonna feelin Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile
It?ll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line ?Til one day you?re craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George
