^GI was just a ^Clittle boy in ^Gelementary s^Dchool ^GEnglish and Math and ^CScience class ^GLearning the ^Dgolden ^Grule ^GI learned how to add and ^Chow to subtract How to ^Gmultiply and ^Ddivide ^GI learned about bugs and ^CI learned about plants And I ^Glearned how to ^Dread and ^Gwrite ^GBut my most favorite c^Class of all was my ^Glast class of the d^Day ^GWhen my history teacher would ^Ctell us tales of old ^Gtimes long ^Dgone ^Gaway ^GI was amazed at the way she k^Cnew all the people and their^G names and the places and the d^Dates Because ^Gwhen I first learned about ^CGeneral Lee and his ^GThirteen r^Debel ^Gstates.

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^GOne day she ^Ccame to school with a b^Gig brown ^Dgrocery ^Gbag ^GShe opened it up we all ^Chelped her hold her up This g^Great big X^D-shaped ^Gflag She said &^Gquot;Class, now on^Cly a fool would tell you t^Ghis flag is a symbol^D of hate ^GIt represents the men who f^Cought and died with ^Gpride for our ^DConfederate ^Gstates

^GYour assignment tonight, I w^Cant you to write, I ^Gwant you to p^Dretend That one of ^Gthese brave men came ^Cback to life, ^GWhat would you s^Day to ^Ghim Well the s^Gchool bell rang and I ^Cthought and I thought as the ^Gbus carried me across ^Dtown I got ^Gout my pencil and my ^Cnotebook pad and t^Ghis is what ^DI wrote d^Gown

^GI wrote ^GMr. ^CConfederate man, ^GI'd like to ^Dshake your hand For ^Ggiving your life for ^CDixieland ^GMr. C^Donfederate ^Gman,

The next day in history class, I put my paper on the teacher's 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, Played quiet: I was at home reading through the news, just the other day When I ran across my old teacher's name and I saw that she had passed away With a bitter-sweet smile I looked up at my wall, a wrinkled paper and an old wood frame Where underneath penciled words almost faded away, she had marked a great 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...

Rebel Son - Mr confederate man