Lyrics Jamey Johnson

Jamey Johnson

Rebelicious

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

Rebelicious

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

Rebelicious

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

Rebelicious

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