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JAMES DEAN WAS A REBEL
JAMES DEAN WAS A REBEL
(T. Beechey)
James Dean was a rebel from the time he skipped a pebble
And nobody ever tried to hold him down
In his eyes was the magic, it's a shame his end was tragic
And it started in a little Midwest town
Just a boy from Indiana
Tried to always mind his manners
He grew up on his aunt and uncle's farm
His mom died on him early
His dad left in a hurry
So there he stayed in all that Midwest charm
Until he graduated
Then he was dedicated
To make his name known throughout the land
He first went to the east
Then to the west he breezed
And that is where fate played its hand
James Dean was a rebel, always causing trouble
But never in a mean and nasty way
He knew what he wanted and it's this dream he hunted
And he found it once he touched down in L.A.
He soon became a big star
Got himself a fast car
Everybody finally knew his name
That boy from Indiana
From Albuquerque to Atlanta
Was standing at the very peak of fame
Till one day in September
Some folks, they still remember
Where they were when they heard the awful news
His fire still is burning
Even in the young and yearning
Who dream of walking in his famous shoes
James Dean was a rebel way up on another level
And there will never be another come along
He only made three movies which only further proves he
May be gone but he's still going strong
The years keep on mounting
Fifty-three and counting
And yet you'll always be at that same age
Twenty-four and holding
Forever in the molding
Of a youth filled with passion and with rage
You were the classic rebel
You danced with the devil
Now you sing with the angels high above
And we never will forget you
Cause we'll always be in debt to
Your memory which still glistens with our love
