Rebel in the USA

Kept a shotgun in the front seat

In case she ran outta luck

Full tank of red diesel

In the back of the truck

Like a wanted man in a foreign land

Like a pirate out to sea

When the time was right

She’d drive all night

From here to Tennessee

Oh, Music to her ears

Oh, Rolling through the gears

Oh, Doing ninety all the way

Oh, just another rebel in the USA

No one thought to question

The cargo that she hauled

No friends in Washington

If ever she did fall

Took a chance

Cause she loved the dance

And luck was on her side

Stash the cash

Behind the dash

Til she reached that borderline

Oh, Music to her ears

Oh, Rolling through the gears

Oh, Doing ninety all the way

Oh, just another rebel in the USA