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