Rebel Child

Lyrics

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