I'm a Good Old Rebel

Oh, 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've done.

I hates the Yankee nation

And everything they do,

I hates the Declaration

Of Independence, too;

I hates the glorious Union-

'Tis dripping with our blood-

And I hates their striped banner,

I fought it all I could.

Three hundred thousand Yankees

Stiffen in Southern dust

We got three hundred thousand

Before they conquered us

They died of Southern fever

And Southern steel and shot

And I wish it was three million

Instead of what we got.

I won't be reconstructed

I'm better now than then

and for that carpetbagger

I do not give a damn

so I'm off for the frontier

soon as I can go

I'll prepare a weapon

and start for Mexico