(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
Now that's just what I am For this fair land of freedom I'm glad I fought against it And I don't want no pardon
I hates the Yankee nation I hates the glorious Union- 'Tis dripping with our blood- And I hates their striped banner,
Three hundred thousand Yankees We got three hundred thousand They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot And I wish it was three million
and for that carpetbagger so I'm off for the frontier