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 a ganner,    I only wish we won.    I aint 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, just dripping with our blood.    I hates the striped banner, and fitted all I could       I road with Robert E. Lee,    For three years, thereabout.    Got wounded in four places,    And I starved at point lookout.    I caught the Romatism    Campin' in the snow.    But I killed a chance of Yankees    And I'd like to kill some more.       3 hundred thousand Yankees    Is stiff in southern dust.    We got 3 hundred thousand    Before they conquered us    They died of Southern Fever    And southern steel and shot    I wish there were 3 million    Instead of what we got.    I can't pick up my musket    And fight 'um down no more    But I ain't gonna love 'um    Now that is certain sure    And I don't want no pardon    For what I was and am    I won't be reconstruted    And I do not give a damn       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 a ganner,    I only wish we won.    I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.    I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.