Dylan Jakobsen - Rebel Child lyrics

Way on back, baby boy, Son of a preacher in corduroy, Grew up tall, and grew up wise, Until music changed his life Didn't care what mama think, He's a rebel child in a house of saints, Little rock 'n roll and a steel guitar, It don't matter where he are Yeah he likes to play it rough and sing it loud, A little rock ya baby pickin' country sound, He's the product of believers, But he was born to be wild, He's a damn sure, aint no good rebel child Found some wheels to take him round, Every night a different town, That old highways turning black, And no there aint no turning back Yeah he likes to play it rough and sing it loud, A little rock ya baby pickin' country sound, He's the product of believers, But he was born to be wild, He's a damn sure, aint no good rebel child Headed out, another show, Another crowd that feels like home, Singing back these songs he sings, I guess mom and dads to blame Yeah he likes to play it rough and sing it loud, A little rock ya baby pickin' country sound, He's the product of believers, But he was born to be wild, He's a damn sure, aint no good rebel child Yeah rebel child