Taken a trip in my ol'Chevya riding through the south.
I looked up on a hill and I saw a big white house.
I caught a glimpse of a bearded man a polishing his sword.
Well I saw Robert Lee outside a sitting on his porch!

I pulled up in the yard and saw a cotton field out back
He invited me to sit with him and share a fifth of Jack.
He had cress cross bars and 13 star a blowing in the wind,
He said save your confederate money boy because the south will rise again!

And Robert Lee did not like them northerners one bit.
He was a rebel and he knew it and he didn’t give a [bad word] We’ve been talking about Dixie and how old times used to be
And I been sitting up drinking with Robert Lee!

We talked about his troops and the rebel infantry
And those 13 Southern states that will live in infamy
And as he took another swig of his black label whiskey
He said that Yankee pride don’t mean a [bad word] thing to me!

He spoke about his men and how they always fought so brave
And how they wove their sacred flag and the many lives they gave.
He [bad word] to gain independence and for his southern ground ,
He stood up for his cause and never once did he back down.

And Robert Lee did not like them northerners one bit.
He was a rebel and he knew it and he didn’t give a [bad word] 
We’ve been talking about Dixie and how old times used to bee
And I been sitting up drinking with Robert Lee!

Drink em up!

It was 2 O’Clock AM and the fire was getting low
So I thanked him for our talk because it was time for me to go.
While walkin to my car I turned to thank him once again
But the light life went bare there was nothing there but rocks and dirts and sand.

Was it my imagination playin with my head?
I remember hearin clearly every single word he said.
Every movement every gesture every tear that his heart said.
His dream is still alive even though his bodies dead.

Robert Lee’s memory lives on in the Southern Souls
Along with his boys who fought and died out in the cold.
Lee was a man with tons of courage a hero without a doubt.
He was a man with determination and he was a man from the South!

And Robert Lee did not like them northerners one bit.
He was a rebel and he knew it and he didn’t give a [bad word] 
He said son I got many stories to tell,
Ulysses S Grant can kiss my [bad word] and go to [bad word] #33;

We’ve been talking about Dixie and how old times used to bee
And I been sitting up drinking with Robert Lee!