Rebel Hart 3:04 Brad Gulley

Song Lyrics

Born to be a rebel with a rifle in her hands
Nancy Hart could ride and shoot as good as any man
at just 14 her young heart embraced the southern way
Another family divided between the blue and grey

With rangers in Virginia as a soldier and a spy
A pretty country girl could pass right through those union lines
She gathered information that brought those Yankees down
Until her reputation was spread for miles around

They called her “Rebel Hart”
Put a bounty on her head
When she was finally caught
She charmed a guard and shot him dead
Leaping out the window
That small shadow in the dark
Escaping on a stolen horse
That girl called “Rebel Hart”

She knew it wasn’t over; there was more blood to be spilled
As Nancy led her rebel troops straight back to Summersville
She caught her captors by surprise as they wept and moaned
It seems like this time “Rebel Hart” was taking prisoners of her own.

CHORUS: (Repeat)