Oh, I'm a Good Ol' Rebel

O, I'm a good old Rebel,

Now that's just what I am,

For this "Fair Land of Freedom"

I do not care at all;

I'm glad I fit against it

I only wish we'd won,

And I don't want no pardon

For anything I done.

I hates the Constitution,

This Great Republic too,

I hates the Freedman's Buro,

In uniforms of blue;

I hates the nasty eagle,

With all his brags and fuss,

The lyin', thievin' Yankees,

I hates 'em wuss and wuss.

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

I hates their striped banner,

I fit it all I could.

I followed old mass' Robert

For four year, near about,

Got wounded in three places

And starved at Pint Lookout;

I cotch the rheumatism

A campin' in the snow,

But I killed a chance of Yankees,

I'd like to kill some mo'.

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 now no more,

But I ain't going to love 'em,

Now that is sarten sure;

And I don't want no pardon

For what I was and am,

I won't be reconstructed

And I don't care a damn.

O, I'm a good old Rebel,

Now that's just what I am,

O, I'm a good old Rebel,

Now that's just what I am,