Rebel Child Lyrics - Dylan Jakobsen

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