| Some prayers never reach the sky
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| Some wounds never heal
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| They still say someday the South will rise
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| Man, I want to see that deal
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| I don’t want to grow old gracefully
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| I don’t want to go 'til it’s too late
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| I’ll be some old man in the road somewhere
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| Kneeling down in the dust by the side of the interstate
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| We were hopelessly outnumbered
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| It was a lost cause all along
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| But when we heard the bugles call
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| We swore we’d stand or fall together right or wrong
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| We ain’t seen no reconstruction here
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| Just the scorched earth all around
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| And the high school band played 'Dixieland'
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| While they tore our tattered flags and banners down
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| Some prayers never reach the sky
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| Some wars never end
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| And some dreams refuse to die
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| Next time I would rather break than bend
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days
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| I am a renegade
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| I’ve been a rebel all my days |