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 against her I only wish we'd won I ain't 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 fought it all I could I rode with Robert E. Lee For three years there about Got wounded in four places And I starved at Point Lookout I caught the rheumatism Campin' in the snow But I k**ed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to k** 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...