Rebel From Tennessee

rock, Upbeat outlaw country starting with bright acoustic strums, brushed snare, and warm male vocals, Energy lifts fast into a stomping, handclap singalong chorus, Second half leans harder into crunchy electric guitars and driving rock drums, adding grit and gang vocals on the hook, Big, confident final chorus with stacked harmonies and a held-note outro, outlaw country, happy

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[Verse 1] You said I’m goin’ nowhere Just a dropout drinkin’ cheap beer Same barstool Same old small town Same bad bets draggin’ me down You point and laugh at my blue jeans Say I’m stuck in some old daydream But your big talk don’t bother me I’m a rebel from Tennessee (hey!) [Chorus] Call me a loser Say I got no future You don’t get to say who I’m gonna be I’m runnin’ on faith and a rusted-out pickup Dust in my rearview Your words in the breeze You can talk all you want But you don’t own me I’m a rebel I’m a rebel from Tennessee [Verse 2] [Band kicks harder Electric guitars slide in] You got that suit and your clipboard Clockin’ time in a glass door Countin’ dollars I’m countin’ miles Chasin’ sunsets Crooked smiles You post your life for a gold star I’ll take scars over your new car You say I’ll crash Just wait and see But you don’t get to bury me (oh no) [Chorus] Call me a loser Say I got no future You don’t get to say who I’m gonna be I’m runnin’ on faith and a rusted-out pickup Dust in my rearview Your words in the breeze You can talk all you want But you don’t own me I’m a rebel I’m a rebel from Tennessee [Bridge] You can sneer from your front-row bleachers Throw your shade like Sunday preachers Every name you call It just sets me free Your doubt’s just gas on my fire You’ll see (yeah!) [Chorus] Call me a loser Say I got no future But I’m still dancin’ in your old bad dream I’m runnin’ on faith and a rusted-out pickup Laughin’ as I leave your town in the steam You can talk all you want But you don’t own me I’m a rebel I’m a rebel from Tennessee (I’m a rebel, I’m a rebel from Tennessee)

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