Rebelicious Lyrics

by Jamey Johnson

Hey, kinda like that banjo
Crank that stuff up a little
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about

The way she looks, the way she walks
That southern twang, that dirty talk
Rides Harleys, reads Vogue
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes

One shake of that hip
Could make a puppy dog vicious
Mmm, hmm, mmm

She'll take Jack over martinis
Skinny dippin' over bikinis
That hard body, soft smile
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild

She likes them tiny little skirts
An' the way the preacher's boy blushes
Mmm, hmm, mmm

She's a long tall, shopping-mall
Barbie doll trailer park queen
Mouthwaterin' 'bout hotter than
Anything I've ever seen

She's an outlaw livin', ready an' willin'
Sun-tanned redneck, miss hittin'
You got a mansion, you drive a vet
You wear a Rolex, hell, she ain't impressed

She likes deer stands, beer cans
Baits are on the hook when she fishes
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Aw, that's what I'm talkin' about man
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck, convertible
What is that thing, a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see, whoa
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe