A                                E         A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am,
    A                       E
And for this Yankee nation, I do not give a damn,
    D                         A
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only wish we'd won,
   A                         E             A
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done ...

[Verse 2]
   A                           E               A
I hates the Yankee nation, and everything they do,
  A                        E
I hates the Declaration Of Independence too,
  D                          A
I hates the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our blood,
  A                           E            A
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could ...

[Verse 3]
  A                           E                 A
I rode with Robert E. Lee for three years thereabout,
               A                   E
Got wounded in four places, and I starved at Point Lookout,
  D                         A
I cauched the rheumatism, a-camping in the snow,
      A                                   E                 A
But I killed a chance of Yankees, and I'd like to kill some more ...

[Verse 4]
      A                           E                 A
Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust,
   A                          E
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us,
     D                          A
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot,
  A                              E                  A
I wish there were three million, instead of what we got ...

[Verse 5]
   A                                E        A
I can't take up my musket, and fight 'em now no more,
    A                           E
But I ain't gonna love 'em, now that is certain sure,
    D                          A
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am,
  A                       E                   A
I won't be reconstructed, and I do not give a damn ...

[Verse 6]
    A                                E         A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am,
A                       E
for this Yankee nation, I do not give a damn,
    D                         A
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only wish we'd won,
  A                           E             A
I ain't asked any pardon, for anything I've done ...
  A                           E             A
I ain't asked any pardon, for anything I've done.