Oh, I'm a good old Rebel Now that's just what I am. For this Yankee nation I do not give a damn. I'm glad I fought agin her, I only wish we'd won. I ain't asked 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- And I hates their striped banner, I fought it all I could.
I rode with Robert E. Lee, For three years, thereabouts. Got wounded in four places And starved at Point Lookout. I caughts the rheumatism A-camping in the snow. But I killed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees Lie 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 they were three millions Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket And fight 'em now no more, But I ain't going to love 'em, Now that is certain sure; I don't want no pardon For what I was and am, I won't be reconstructed And I do not give a damn.