I'm a Good Old Rebel

O I'm a good old rebel Now that's just what I am For this "fair land of freedom" I do not care a damn I'm glad I fought against it I only wish we'd won And I don't want no pardon For anything I done I hates the Constitution This great republic too I hates the Freedmans' Buro In uniforms of blue I hates the nasty eagle With all his braggs and fuss The lyin' thievin' Yankees I hates 'em wuss and wuss I hates the Yankees nation And everything they do I hates the Declaration Of Independence, too I hates the glorious Union- 'Tis dripping with our blood- I hates their striped banner I fought it all I could I rode with Robert E. Lee For three year near about Got wounded in four places And starved at Point Lookout I caught the rheumatism A' campin' in the snow But I killed a chance o' Yankees I'd like to kill some mo' 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 'em now no more But I ain't going to love 'em Now that is sarten sure And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am I won't be reconstructed And I don't care a damn