Oh Im A Good Ol Rebel

Am C O I'm a good old rebel, Am G Am Now that's just what I am. C For this "fair land of freedom" Am I do not care a damn. C I'm glad I fought against it, Am I only wish we'd won, C And I don't want no pardon G Am For anything I done. Am C I hates the Constitution, Am G Am This great republic too, C I hates the Freedmans' Buro, Am In uniforms of blue. C I hates the nasty eagle, Am With all his braggs and fuss, C The lyin' thievin' Yankees, G Am I hates 'em wuss and wuss. Am C I hates the Yankees nation Am G Am And everything they do, C I hates the Declaration, Am Of Independence, too. C I hates the glorious Union- Am 'Tis dripping with our blood- C I hates their striped banner, G Am I fought it all I could Am C I rode with Robert E Lee, Am G Am For three year near about, C Got wounded in four places Am And starved at Point Lookout C I caught the rheumatism Am A' campin' in the snow, C But I killed a chance o' Yankees G Am I'd like to k**l some mo'. Am C Three hundred thousand Yankees Am G Am Is stiff in Southern dust, C We got three hundred thousand Am Before they conquered us. C They died of Southern fever Am And Southern steel and shot, C I wish they was three million G Am Instead of what we got. (Slowed) Am C I can't take up my musket Am G Am And fight 'em now no more, C But I ain't going to love 'em, Am Now that is sarten sure, C And I don't want no pardon Am For what I was and am. N.C I won't be reconstructed, (Louder and Faster, repeat twice, slower on the 2nd time) Am G Am And I don't care a damn.