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 against her, I only wish we'd won. I ain't ask 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 - 'Tis dripping with our blood - I hates their striped banner, I fought it all I could.
I rode with Robert E. Lee, For three years thereabout. Got wounded in four places And I starved at Point Lookout. I caught the rheumatism A camping 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 three hundred 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 take up my musket, And fight 'em now no more, But I ain't gonna love them, Now that's 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 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 against her, I only wish we'd won. I ain't ask any pardon For anything I've done.