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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