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. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com