I'm Good Old RebelI am a good old rebel, that is just what I amFor this fair land of freedom I do not care a damnI'm glad I fought against it but I only wished I'd wonAnd I don't want a pardon for anything I've doneI hate the constitution, this great republic too!I hate the Freedman's Bureau in uniforms so blue!I hate the nasty eagle with all the brag and fussAnd the lying, thieving Yankees, I hate 'em worse and worse!I hate the Yankee nation and everything they doI hate the Declaration of Independence too!I hate the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our bloodAnd I hate their Yankee banner and I fought it all I could!I followed old Marse Robert for four year near aboutGot wounded in three place and starved at Point LookoutI caught the rheumatism a-campin' in the snowBut I caught a choice of Yankees and I wish I'd caught some moreThree hundred thousand Yankees lie stiff in Southern dustWe got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.They died of Southern fever, Southern steel and shotAnd I wish it was three million instead of what we got.I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no moreBut I ain't goin' to love 'em now that's certain sureAnd I don't want no pardon for what I was and amAnd I won't be reconstructed and I don't give a damn.