
Rebel (Remastered)
(Spoken Intro) Yeah... This ain't about one man. It's about what happens when power forgets the people. That's when the outlaws remember who this country belongs to. (Verse 1) Steel guitar cries where the courthouse stands, Dust on the Bible, blood on these hands. Old-timers whisper through coffee and smoke, "We've seen this story—we know how it goes." McCoy blood runs through these hills of stone, Raised where a free soul stands alone. Freedom ain't borrowed, it can't be bought— It's earned in every battle fought. (Chorus) Rebel is the patriot, rough and proud, Never needed permission from the crowd. Boot heels thunder where free men stand, Still holding tight to this promised land. No velvet throne, no borrowed crown, No loudmouth king can wear us down. Cross that line and you'll understand— The people's voice is a calloused hand. (Verse 2) Washington crossed through the ice and snow, Bet it all so free men could say "hell no." "No king lives here," the founders swore, And that old promise echoes evermore. Gray and blue both paid the price, Brothers fell beneath cold skies. Freedom dies when we worship names— Break old chains, don't forge new chains. (Verse 3) Don't preach loyalty without the law, That's how every empire falls. A badge ain't holy, a title ain't truth, Power answers to the people, too. The hardest road's the one that's right, Even when you're walking alone at night. Honor stands when fear gives way— Liberty lives another day. (Verse 4) Factory whistle before daylight, Blue-collar hearts still stand and fight. Steel-toed boots on worn-out ground, Still the strongest sound around. A free man's word ain't bought or sold, Can't be traded for silver or gold. Truth don't bend to a tyrant's claim— Freedom outlives every name. (Verse 5) Every silver tongue can stir up fear, Sell another lie folks wanna hear. When smoke rolls off and the dust clears, Only liberty outlives the years. McCoy blood remembers every cost, Freedom's only lost when it's forgot. No false idol, no tyrant's throne Will ever own what the people own. (Final Chorus) Rebel is the patriot, wild and free, That's the way it's always gonna be. No false idol, no tyrant's name Will ever own this country's flame. Stand your ground when the storm rolls in, Liberty's where the fight begins. We're still the people, heart and soul— And free men never surrender control. (Outro) Yeah... McCoy blood remembers every cost. Freedom's only lost when good folks forget who holds the reins. Rebel is the patriot. Always has been. Always will be.


