Rebel Child
Way on back, baby boy
Son of a preacher in corduroy
Grew up tall, and grew up wise
Until music changed his life

Didn't care what mama think
He's a rebel child in a house of saints
Little rock 'n roll and a steel guitar
It don't matter where he are

Yeah he likes to play it rough and sing it loud
A little rock ya baby pickin' country sound
He's the product of believers
But he was born to be wild
He's a damn sure, ain't no good rebel child

Found some wheels to take him round
Every night a different town
That old highways turning black
And no there ain't no turning back
Yeah he likes to play it rough and sing it loud
A little rock ya baby pickin' country sound
He's the product of believers
But he was born to be wild
He's a damn sure, ain't no good rebel child

Headed out, another show
Another crowd that feels like home
Singing back these songs he sings
I guess mom and dads to blame

Yeah he likes to play it rough and sing it loud
A little rock ya baby pickin' country sound
He's the product of believers
But he was born to be wild
He's a damn sure, ain't no good rebel child
Yeah rebel child