Ryan Jesse Rebel Runs Deep
Yeah the rebel runs deep
Buried in my bones, it won't let me go, my soul
Been selling for cheap
Another bloody nose, swerving down the road, with some pills in the console
Riding shotgun with whiskey
Until the day that it kills me
But the rebel runs deep
There's still a little devil up my sleeve
Nothing but chain smoke when I breathe
'Til the day it kills me
30 pack of beer on my backseat
Story burned in the back of my jeans
Mama raised the hell out of me
But the rebel runs deep
It's just a matter of time
'Til my luck runs out, in a dive bar, driving this town
Been wasting my life
So much doubt, you'd think by now I'd slow this train down
Riding shotgun with whiskey
Until the day that it kills me
There's still a little devil up my sleeve
Nothing but chain smoke when I breathe
'Til the day it kills me
30 pack of beer on my backseat
Story burned in the back of my jeans
Mama raised the hell out of me
But the rebel runs deep
Riding shotgun with whiskey
Until the day that it kills me
There's still a little devil up my sleeve
Nothing but chain smoke when I breathe
'Til the day it kills me
30 pack of beer on my backseat
Story burned in the back of my jeans
Mama raised the hell out of me
But the rebel runs deep
