Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rebel Kids, artist - Justin Moore. Album song Kinda Don't Care, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Record label: Big Machine Label Group
Song language: English
Rebel Kids |
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 |