Oh, I'm a good old Rebel Now that's just what I am For this fair land of freedom I do not care a damn. I'm glad I fought against it I only wish we'd won. And I don't want no 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 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 Stiffen 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 won't be reconstructed I'm better now than then And for that carpetbagger I do not give a damn So I'm off for the frontier Soon as I can go I'll prepare a weapon And start for Mexico