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 want to reconstruct it I'm better now than then And for that carpet beggar I don't give a damn So I'm a forward the frontier Soon as I can go I could bear a weapon And start for MexicoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
