Rebel Kids - Justin Moore

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