I'm A Good Old Rebel

Oh, I'm a good old rebel,

Now that's just what I am,

And for this yankee nation,

I do not give a damn.

I'm glad I fought a ganner,

I only wish we won.

I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done.

I hates the yankee nation and everything they do.

I hates the declaration of independence, too.

I hates the glorious union, t'is dripping with our blood.

I rode with Robert E. Lee,

For three years, thereabout.

Got wounded in four places,

And I starved at point lookout.

I catched the rheumatism

A campin' in the snow.

But I killed a chance of Yankees

And I'd like to kill some more.

3 hundred thousand Yankees

Is stiff in southern dust.

We got 3 hundred thousand

Before they conquered us

They died of Southern Fever

And southern steel and shot

I wish there were 3 million

Instead of what we got.

I can't pick up my musket

And fight 'um down no more

But I ain't gonna love 'um

Now that is certain sure

And I don't want no pardon

For what I was and am

I won't be reconstructed

And I do not give a damn