I'm a Good Ol' Rebel

 

I'm a Good Ol' Rebel

 

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 done.

I hates the Constitution,

This great republic too,

I hates the Freedmans' Buro,

In uniforms of blue.

I hates the nasty eagle,

With all his braggs and fuss,

The lyin' thievin' Yankees,

I hates 'em wuss and wuss.

I hates the Yankees 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,

I fought it all I could

I followed ol' nice Robert

For four year near about,

Got wounded in three places

And starved at Point Lookout

I caughts the rheumatism

A'campin' in the snow,

But I killed a chance o'Yankees

I'd like to kill some mo'.

Three hundred thousand Yankees

so stiff 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 was 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,

And I don't want no pardon

For what I was and am.

I won't be reconstructed,

And I don't care a damn.