Justin Moore – Rebel Kids (Guitar)

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Daddy drove a bobcat momma poured coffee

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At the cast iron skillet that shared the same lot as the amoco

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And I remember me and my brother busting out the screened door

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Like a couple wild Indians ten speeds for horses were fast as we could go

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And I ain't ashamed how I was raised

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Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face

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I still got the scars

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From growing up hard

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There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change

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Bout this old boy and the way we lived

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God bless the rebel kids

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We wore walmart rubber boots out in the rain

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Shootin' empty coke cans at a cool water creek

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With a ten pump pellet gun

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We were zebco reelin', marlboro steelin'

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Outta daddy's new pack

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Just to get the back of his callused hand

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Oh I can still feel it man

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And I ain't ashamed how I was raised

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Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face

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I still got the scars

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From growing up hard

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There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change

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Bout this old boy and the way we lived

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God bless the rebel kids

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You don't realize til you look back

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There wasn't money in the bank

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And mom and dad were just doin'

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The best they could

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And I ain't ashamed how I was raised

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Couldn't wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face

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I still got the scars

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From growing up hard

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There ain't a bare foot summer gone by that I'd ever change

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Bout this old boy and the way we lived

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God bless the rebel kids

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Yea, God bless the rebel kids

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God bless the rebel kids