Oh I'm A Good Old Rebel (Album Version)

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 a ganner,

I only wish we 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, t'is 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 catched the rheumatism

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 they was three million

Instead of what we got

I can't take up my musket

And fight 'em down no more

But I ain't a-goin' to 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 no give a damn

I'm glad I fought against her

I only wish we'd won

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done...