Chords
Confederate Anthem

Key: A

Introduction:

          A                                                                                    E                      A  
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am,
          A                                                            E  
And for this Yankee nation, I do not give a damn,
          D                                                                 A  
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only wish we'd won,
        A                                                                 E                                 A  
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done ...
verse 2
        A                                                                      E                                      A  
I hates the Yankee nation, and everything they do,
     A                                                              E  
I hates the Declaration Of Independence too,
     D                                                                    A  
I hates the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our blood,
     A                                                                      E                              A  
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could ...
verse 3
     A                                                                      E                                            A  
I rode with Robert E. Lee for three years thereabout,
                                        A                                                 E  
Got wounded in four places, and I starved at Point Lookout,
     D                                                                 A  
I cauched the rheumatism, a-camping in the snow,
                A                                                                                            E                                            A  
But I killed a chance of Yankees, and I'd like to kill some more ...
verse 4
                A                                                                      E                                            A  
Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust,
        A                                                                    E  
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us,
             D                                                                    A  
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot,
     A                                                                              E                                              A  
I wish there were three million, instead of what we got ...
Verse 5
        A                                                                                    E                    A  
I can't take up my musket, and fight 'em now no more,
          A                                                                      E  
But I ain't gonna love 'em, now that is certain sure,
          D                                                                    A  
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am,
     A                                                            E                                                 A  
I won't be reconstructed, and I do not give a damn ...
Verse 6
          A                                                                                    E                      A  
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am,
A                                                            E  
for this Yankee nation, I do not give a damn,
          D                                                                 A  
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only wish we'd won,
     A                                                                      E                                 A  
I ain't asked any pardon, for anything I've done ...
     A                                                                      E                                 A  
I ain't asked any pardon, for anything I've done.