Rebel Heart

Granddaddy wore his knuckles thin On a plow and a factory floor Never had much in his pocket He never begged anyone for more Daddy had a Sunday coat With a temper he kept tied Taught me, "Son, stand up straight And don't you step aside" I got a rebel heart From a long bloodline A little front-porch faith And a... don't-cross line It ain't made for chains It wasn't built to run It was handed down From father to son I got a rebel heart I ain't always used it clean I've been hard on love and grace Let my pride talk louder Than the truth right to my face But I know where I come from And I know what I was taught A man ain't measured by the fight But by the line he won't cross I hear my daddy when the road gets rough Sayin', "Boy, don't fold when the world gets tough" I hear Granddad in the hammer's ring Sayin', "Hard times... they don't mean a thing" I got a rebel heart From a long bloodline A little front-porch faith And a... don't-cross line It ain't made for chains It wasn't built to run It was handed down From father to son I got a rebel heart Yeah, I got a rebel heart From a long bloodline