I'm a Good Ol' Rebel

oh I’m 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 againer I only wish we’d won I aint asked any pardon for
anything I’ve done.
I hate the Yankee nation and everything they do, I hate the decloration of
independance too, I hate the glorious Union tis' dripping with our blood,
I hate the stripped banner and fit it all I could.
I rode with Robert E.
Lee for three years there about, got wounded in four places and I starved at
point lookout.
I cautch the roomatism a campin in the snow, but I killed a chance of Yankees
and I’d like to kill some more.
Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust.
We got threehundred thousand before they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot, I wish there were
three million instead of what we got.
I can’t pick up my musket and fight em' down no more, but I ain’t gonna love
em' 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.
Oh I’m a good ol' rebel now thats just what I am.
For this Yankee nation I do not give a damn, I’m glad I fought againer I only
wish we’d won.
But I ain’t asked any pardon for anything I’ve done, I ain’t asked any pardon
for anything I’ve done.