| Some prayers never reach the sky |
| Some wounds never heal |
| They still say, «Someday the South will rise» |
| Man, I wanna see that deal |
| I don’t wanna grow old gracefully |
| I don’t wanna go 'til it’s too late |
| I’ll be some old man in the road somewhere |
| Kneelin' down in the dust by the side of the interstate |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| We were hopelessly outnumbered |
| It was a lost cause all along |
| But when we heard the bugles call |
| We swore we’d stand or fall together right or wrong |
| We ain’t seen no reconstruction here |
| Just the scorched earth all around |
| And the high school band played «Dixieland» |
| While they tore our tattered flags and banners down |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| Some prayers never reach the sky |
| Some wars never end |
| And some dreams refuse to die |
| Next time I would rather break than bend |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |
| I am a renegade |
| I’ve been a rebel all my days |