Daddy drove a bobcat momma poured coffee At the cast iron skillet that shared the same lot As the amoco And I remember me and my brother Busting out the screened door Like a couple wild indians ten speeds for horses Were fast as we could go
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face I still got the scars From growing up hard There ain't a bare foot summer gone by That I'd ever change Bout this old boy and the way we lived God bless the rebel kids
We wore walmart rubber boots out in the rain Shootin' empty coke cans at a cool water creek With a ten pump pellet gun We were zebco reelin', marlboro steelin' Outta daddy's new pack Just to get the back of his callused hand Oh I can still feel it man
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face I still got the scars From growing up hard There ain't a bare foot summer gone by That I'd ever change Bout this old boy and the way we lived God bless the rebel kids
You don't realize til you look back There wasn't money in the bank And mom and dad were just doin' The best they could
And I ain't ashamed how I was raised Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face I still got the scars From growing up hard There ain't a bare foot summer gone by That I'd ever change Bout this old boy and the way we lived God bless the rebel kids Yea, god bless the rebel kids God bless the rebel kids
Compositores: Randy Ennis Schlappi, Daniel Paul Isbell (Dan Isbell) ECAD: Obra #10749493