I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Why can't we roam this open country?
Oh, why can't we be what we want to be?
We want to be freeThree o'clock roadblock, curfew
And I've got to throw away
Yes, I've got to throw away
Yes, I've got to throw away
My little herb stalkI, rebel music
I, rebel musicTake my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
Three o'clock, roadblock
And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there?)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me nowI, rebel music
I, rebel musicI, rebel musicTake my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
Three o'clock, roadblock
And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there?) Hey Mr. Cop
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
Songwriters
ASTON BARRETT, HUGH PEARTPublished by
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