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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 again'er, I only wished we won. I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done. I hates the yankee nation and eveything they do. I hates the declaration of independence, too. I hates the glorious union, tis' dripping with our blood. I hates the striped banner, and fit 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 cotch' 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 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 pick up my musket And fight 'um down no more But I ain't gonna love 'um Now that is certain sure And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am I won't be reconstruted And I do not give a damn Oh, I'm a good old rebel, Now thats just what I am, And for this yankee nation, I do no give a damn. I'm glad I fought again'er, I only wished we won. I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done. I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done. |