Oh, I'm a good old rebel, 
Now thats just what I am, 
And for this yankee nation, 
I do no give a [bad word]  
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And I do not give a [bad word] 

Oh, I'm a good old rebel, 
Now thats just what I am, 
And for this yankee nation, 
I do no give a [bad word]  
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.