Kyle Thompson: Music

BALLAD OF A REBEL

I GOT CHIGGERS AND TICKS LIVIN’ OFFA’ MY HIDE
AND I’M SKINNY AS A BONE RAIL DOG…
BUT I CAN RUN’M BACK N’ FORTH ACROSS
THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS…
N’ LEAVE A LOT OF DEAD YANKEES IN THE FOG…SON
LEAVE A LOT OF DEAD YANKEES IN THE FOG.

I CAN SHOOT’M THROUGH THE BELLY FROM A DEAD MAN’S MILE
I CAN CUT’M INTO PIECES WITH A BLADE…
IF I COULD WASH MY SOUL
IN THE BLOOD OF ABE LINCOLN…
I WOULD LAY DOWN HAPPY IN THE SHADE…BOY
I WOULD LAY DOWN HAPPY IN THE SHADE.

I BEEN SHOT SIX TIMES BUT I NEVER BEEN KILLED
I RUN A DOZEN GOOD PONYS TO THEIR DEATH…
AND I BEEN TO THE FURNACE WHERE THE DEVIL KEEPS SOULS…
N’ THE COALS ARE YOUR VERY LAST BREATH…BOY
THE COALS ARE YOUR VERY LAST BREATH.

I GOT CHIGGERS AND TICKS LIVIN’ OFFA’ MY HIDE
I’M AS DIRTY AS A LONG TOOTH HOG…
BUT I CAN RUN’M BACK AND FORTH ACROSS
THE BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS…
N’ LEAVE A LOT OF DEAD YANKEES IN THE FOG…SON
LEAVE A LOT OF DEAD YANKEES IN THE FOG.

I CAN SHOOT’M THROUGH THE BELLY FROM A DEAD
MAN’S MILE
I CAN CUT’M INTO PIECES WITH A BLADE…
IF I COULD WASH MY SOUL
IN THE BLOOD OF ABE LINCOLN…
I COULD LAY DOWN HAPPY IN THE SHADE…BOY
LAY DOWN HAPPY IN THE SHADE.