Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Confederate Man, artist - Rebel Son. Album song Choke on Smoke, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 06.05.2005
Record label: Hot Rod Hell
Song language: English
Mr. Confederate Man |
I was just a little boy |
in elementary school |
English and Math and Science class |
learning the golden rules |
I learned how to add and how to subtract |
and how to multiply and divide |
I learned about bugs and I learned about plants |
and I learned how to read and write |
but my most favorite class of all |
was the last class of the day |
when my history teacher would tell us tales |
of old times long gone away |
I was amazed at the way she knew all the people |
and their names and the places and the dates |
that’s when I first learned about General Lee |
and his 13 rebel States |
One day she came to school |
with a big brown grocery bag |
she opened it up, we all helped her hold up |
this great big «X"shaped flag |
she said class |
now only a fool will tell you |
this flag is a symbol of hate |
It represents the men who fought and died |
with pride for our Confederate States |
Your assignment tonight |
I want you to write |
I want you to pretend |
that one of these brave men came back to life |
now what would you say to him |
Well the school bell rang |
and I thought and I thought |
as the bus carried me across town |
I got out my pencil and my notebook pad |
and this is what I wrote down |
I wrote |
Mr. Confederate man |
I’d like to shake your hand |
for giving your life for Dixieland |
Mr. Confederate man |
The next day in History class |
I put my paper on the teachers desk |
then she called me up in front of everyone |
because she said she liked mine the best |
as i walked up to the head of the class |
my teacher smiled and she nodded at me |
then I saw a tear roll down her cheek as I began to read |
I read |
Mr. Confederate man |
I’d like to shake your hand |
for giving your life for Dixieland |
Mr. Confederate man |
Well I was at home reading through the news |
just the other day |
when I ran across my old teachers name |
and I saw where she had passed away |
with a bitter-sweet smile |
I looked up at my wall |
a wrinkled paper in a old wood frame |
where underneath penciled words almost faded away |
she had marked a grade big red «A»…plus |
Mr. Confederate man |
I’d like to shake your hand |
for giving your life for Dixieland |
Mr. Confederate man |
I wrote |
Mr. Confederate man |
I’d like to shake your hand |
for giving your life for Dixieland |
Mr. Confederate man |