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