Oh I am a good ol' rebel now thats just what I am And for this Yankee nation I don't give a damn I'm glad I fought again' her I only wish we'd won I aint ask any pardon for anything I've done I hates the yankee nation and everything they do I hates the Declaration of Independance too I hates the glorious Union 'tis drippin' with our blood I hates this striped banner I fit it all I could I rode with Robert E. Lee for three years there about Got wounded in four places and starved a Point Lookout I cotched the roomatism a campin' in the snow But I killed a chance o' Yankees, I'd like to kill some more Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us. They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot; And I wish it was three million Instead of what we got. I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more But I aint gonna love 'em now that a 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 Oh I am a good ol' rebel now thats just what I am And for this Yankee nation I do not give a damn I'm glad I fought again' her I only wish we'd won I aint ask any pardon for anything I've done I aint ask any pardon for anything I've done
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