Bobby Horton - Oh I'm a Good Old Rebel Lyrics
Oh, I'm a good old RebelNow that's just what I am.For this Yankee nationI do not give a damn.I'm glad I fought agin her,I only wish we'd won.I ain't asked any pardonFor anything I've done.I hates the yankee nationAnd everything they do,I hates the declarationOf independence, too;I hates the glorious union-’tis dripping with our blood-And I hates their striped banner,I fought it all I could.I rode with Robert E. Lee,For three years, thereabouts.Got wounded in four placesAnd starved at Point Lookout.I caughts the rheumatismA-camping in the snow.But I killed a chance of YankeesAnd I'd like to kill some mo'.Three hundred thousand YankeesLie still in Southern dustWe got three hundred thousandBefore they conquered us.They died of Southern feverAnd Southern steel and shot.I wish they were three millionsInstead of what we got.I can't take up my musketAnd fight 'em now no more,But I ain't going to love 'em,Now that is certain sure;I don't want no pardonFor what I was and am,I won't be reconstructedAnd I do not give a damn.
