A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
    E                 A
Now that's just what I am
    A
And for this Yankee nation
  E         E
I do no give a damn.
    D
I'm glad I fought again 'er
  A
I only wish we'd won
  A
I ain't asked any pardon
    E             A
For anything I've done.

  A
I hates the Yankee nation
    E              A
And everything they do
  A
I hates the declaration
   E           E
Of independence too.
  D
I hates the glorious union
     A
'Tis dripping with our blood
  A
I hates the striped banner
    E                     A
And fit (fought) it all I could.

  A
I rode with Robert E. Lee
    E                 A
For three years there about
    A
Got wounded in four places
      E               E
And I starved at Point Lookout.
  D
I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
  A
A campin' in the snow
    A
But I killed a chance of Yankees
    E                     A
And I'd like to kill some more.

      A
Three hundred thousand Yankees
   E                A
Is stiff in southern dust
   A
We got three hundred thousand
  E                   E
Before they conquered us.
     D
They died of southern fever
    A
And southern steel and shot
  A
I wish they was three million
  E                A
Instead of what we got.

  A
I can't take up my musket
    E                A
And fight 'em now no more
    A
But I ain't goin' to love 'em
    E               E
Now that is certain sure
    D
And I don't want no pardon
    A
For what I was and am
  A
I won't be reconstructed
      E             A
And I do not give a damn.

    A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
    E                 A
Now that's just what I am
    A
And for this Yankee nation
  E         E
I do no give a damn.
    D
I'm glad I fought again 'er
  A
I only wish we'd won
  A
I ain't asked any pardon
    E             A
For anything I've done.

  A
I ain't asked any pardon
    E             A
For anything I've done...