Oh, I'm a good ole rebel and 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 wished we won I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done
I hate this yankee nation and everything they do I hate the Declaration of Independence too I hate the glorious union, tis dripping with our blood I hate this stripped banner, I 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 got rheumatism while camping in the snow But I killed a chance of yankees And I'd like to kill some more
Three hundred thousand yankees lie stiff in Southern dust We three hundred thousand before the conquered us They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot I wish it was three million, instead of what we got
I can't pick up my musket, fight 'em now no more But I ain't gonna love them, 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 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 won I ain't ask any pardon for anything I've done