Відключити рекламу AOh, I'm a good old rebel
E ANow that's just what I am
AAnd for this Yankee nation
E EI Do no give a damn.
DI'm glad I fought again 'er
AI only wish we'd won
AI ain't asked any pardon
E AFor anything I've done.
AI hates the Yankee nation
E AAnd everything they do
AI hates the declaration
E EOf independence too.
DI hates the glorious union
A'Tis dripping with our blood
AI hates the striped banner
E AAnd fitted it all I could.
A
I rode with Robert E. Lee
E AFor three years there about
AGot wounded in four places
E EAnd I starved at Point Lookout.
DI caught the roomatism
AA campin' in the snow
ABut I killed a chance of Yankees
E AAnd I'd like to kill some more.
AThree hundred thousand Yankees
E AIs stiff in southern dust
AWe got three hundred thousand
E EBefore they conquered us.
DThey died of southern fever
AAnd southern steel and shot
AI wish they was three million
E AInstead of what we got.
AI can't take up my musket
E AAnd fight 'em now no more
ABut I ain't goin' to love 'em
E ENow that is certain sure
DAnd I don't want no pardon
AFor what I was and am
AI won't be reconstructed
E AAnd I Do not give a damn.
AOh, I'm a good old rebel
E ANow that's just what I am
AAnd for this Yankee nation
E EI Do no give a damn.
DI'm glad I fought again 'er
AI only wish we'd won
AI ain't asked any pardon
E AFor anything I've done.
AI ain't asked any pardon
E AFor anything I've done...
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