Composer: Mj. I. Randolph
Oh, I'm a good ol' rebel,
Now that's just, what I am
An' for this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn.
I'm glad, I fought again' her,
I only wish, we'd won.
I ain' asked any pardon
For anything, I've done.
I hates the Yankee nation
An' everything, they do.
I hates the Declaration
Of Independence, too.
I hates the glorious Union,
'tis drippin' with our blood.
I hates their striped banner,
I fit it all, I could. (fit=fought)
I rode with Robert E. Lee
For three years thereabout.
Got wounded in four places
An' I starved at Point Lookout.
I catched a rheumatism (catched=caught)
A-campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o' Yankees
An' I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in Southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand,
Befo' they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
An' Southern steel and shot
I wish, they were three million
Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket
An' fight 'em now no mo',
But I ain't gonma love 'em,
Now that is certain sure.
An' I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am.
I won't be reconstructed
An' I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good ol' rebel,
Now that's just, what I am
For this Yankee nation
I do not give a damn.
I'm glad, I fought again' her,
I only wish, we'd won.
I ain' asked any pardon
For anything, I've done.
I ain' asked any pardon
For anything, I've done.