I'm a Good Old Rebel



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 Constitution

This great Republic too.

I hates the Freedmen's Bureau

In uniforms of blue.

I hates the nasty eagle

With all his brag and fuss.

But 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,

And I fit 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 killed a chance of Yankees

And I'd like to kill 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 we'd killed 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;

I don't want no pardon

For what I was and am,

I won't be reconstructed

And I do not give a damn.