INTRO: ^{Am - C Am} Oh, ^C I\'m a good old Rebel Now ^Am that\'s just what I am For ^C this fair land of freedom I ^Am do not care a damn. I\'m ^C glad I fought against it I ^Am only wish we\'d won. And ^C I don\'t want no pardon For ^Am 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- \'Tis dripping with our blood- And I hates their striped banner, I fought it all I could. Three hundred thousand Yankees Stiffen in Southern dust We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot And I wish it was three million Instead of what we got. I want to reconstruct it I\'m better now than then And for that carpet beggar I don\'t give a damn So I\'m a forward the frontier Soon as I can go I could bear a weapon And start for Mexico