
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Song language: English
Oh, I'm a Good Ol' Rebel |
Oh, I’m a good old rebel, |
Now thats just what I am, |
And for this yankee nation, |
I do no give a damn. |
I’m glad I fought a ganner, |
I only wish we won. |
I aint 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, t’is dripping with our blood. |
I hates the striped banner, and fit it all I could |
I rode with Robert E. Lee, |
For three years, thereabout. |
Got wounded in four places, |
And I starved at point lookout. |
I catched the rheumatism |
A campin' in the snow. |
But I killed a chance of Yankees |
And I’d like to kill some more. |
3 hundred thousand Yankees |
Is stiff in southern dust. |
We got 3 hundred thousand |
Before they conquered us |
They died of Southern Fever |
And southern steel and shot |
I wish there were 3 million |
Instead of what we got. |
I can’t pick up my musket |
And fight 'um down no more |
But I ain’t gonna love 'um |
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 a ganner, |
I only wish we won. |
I aint asked any pardon for anything I’ve done. |
I aint asked any pardon for anything I’ve done. |