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 against her
I only wish we`d won
I ain`t asked any pardon
For anything I`ve done.

I hates the Yankee nation
And everything they do
I hates the declaration
Of independence too.
I hates the glorious union
This dripping with our blood
I hates the striped banner
And fought it all I could.

I rode with Robert E. Lee
For three years there about
Got wounded in four places
And I starved at Pint Lookout.
I caught the rheumatism
Campin in the snow
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I`d like to kill some more

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 they was three million
Instead of what we got.

I can`t take up my musket
And fight m down no more
But I ain`t a-goin to love them
Now that is serten 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 that`s just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a [bad word] 
I`m glad I fought against 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…