Good Old Rebel

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

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 want to reconstruct it

I'm better now than then

And for that carpet beggar

I don't give a damn

So I'm a forward the frontier

Soon as I can go

I prepare a weapon

And start for Mexico

I prepare a weapon

And start for Mexico