This is an old American Civil War song written obviously by a confederate soldier. It
me awhile to figure out the exact chords because the one other tab i found was completely
But this here is completely right.
And because this is an old folk song go ahead and feel free to change the lyrics however
feel when you play it. Folk music will never die. Enjoy!
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again 'er
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
'Tis dripping with our blood
I hates the striped banner
And fit (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 Point Lookout.
I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
A 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 'em now no more
But I ain't goin' to love 'em
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again 'er
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...