Patrick Sargent Music - Rebel Yells

I grabbed my old dirt bike late one night
I never told my pops cause it would start a fight
Bike had no lights no license plate
I thought I'd never get caught at this MPH
Headed down to Tucker Pond to smoke and drink
I had A-blast I was smashed never stopped to think
And who showed up but the blue lights
Hooah! Let's kick it up another notch
So I went tearing up that back road Like I got somewhere to be
Holding down that throttle for the sweet sweet speed
Moving through the night like a bullet being shot
Faster and faster, pulling out ha ha hot
Yeah I was thinking back on
When I was just A Dumb kid thinking back on all the Dumb Shit I did
Screaming faster faster headed to hell
And you can sure damn hear it when this Rebel Yells
No license No license plate you should have seen the look on my old man's face
Sure as hell he was pissed Ain't never seen him like this
No room for back talk no room for no lip
We can laugh about it now but I sure ain't proud
On how I chewed that cop right out
My pops put the bike in the bed of the truck
While I was mouthin off not giving a fuck
Gott-ha Bunch of tickets every Box he could check
My pops threw me in the truck by the scruff of my neck
One thing my dad said I'll never forget...
You better smart Up Boy cause you bought to get hit
And I went tearing down that back road Like I got somewhere to be
Holding down that throttle for that sweet sweet speed
Move in through the night like a bullet being shot
Faster faster pulling out ha-ha Hot
I was thinking back on When I was just a dumb kid
Thinking back on all the dumb shit I did
Scream faster and faster Headed to hell
And you can sure damn hear it when this Rebel Yells

Written by:
PATRICK SARGENT

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