Bobby Horton - Oh I'm a Good Old Rebel lyrics

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel Now that's just what I am For this Yankee nation I do not give a damn I'm glad I fought agin her I only wish we'd 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- 'tis dripping with our blood- And I hates their striped banner I fought it all I could I rode with Robert E. Lee For three years, thereabouts Got wounded in four places And starved at Point Lookout I caughts the rheumatism A-camping in the snow But I k**ed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to k** some mo' Three hundred thousand Yankees Lie still 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 were three millions 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 certain sure; I don't want no pardon For what I was and am I won't be reconstructed And I do not give a damn