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…