(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder) 



Oh, I'm a good old Rebel 

Now that's just what I am 

For this fair land of freedom 

I do not care a damn. 

I'm glad I fought against it 

I only wish we'd won. 

And I don't want no 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. 



Three hundred thousand Yankees 

Stiffen in Southern dust 

We got three hundred thousand 

Before they conquered us 

They died of Southern fever 

And Southern steel and shot 

And I wish it was three million 

Instead of what we got. 



I won't be reconstructed

I'm better now than then

and for that carpetbagger

I do not give a damn

so I'm off for the frontier

soon as I can go

I'll prepare a weapon

and start for Mexico