Lyrics Texas Rock-A-Billy Rebel - Rev. Horton Heat

Texas Rock-A-Billy Rebel

It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It feels good
Born a bastard child
Nobody knows who’s son
On the old Chisholm Trail
And he continues to run
She’s a 32 Ford
Chopped five window Coup
Chevrolet mill really
Really stirs the soup
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It feels good
When everyone said early on
They had lost the fight
Deep down inside they knew
Knew they had the might
Like Harold Dawson, Mouser King
To many more too say
Wide whitewall wheels gonna
Gonna blow you away!
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It feels good
Feels good!
Go!
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It feels good
When we fire that motor
It goes rata-tat-tat-tat
Like a Texas guitar slinger
Or a snare drum that is phat
It is gray and it’s red
In memory of the dead
Her builder Treadmill Vern
Is sick in the head!
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It goes real fast
But it sure feels good
It feels good