(Traditional, Arranged By Ry Cooder)


Oh, I'm A Good Old Rebel
Now That's Just What I Am
For This Fair Land Of Freedom
I Do Not Care A Damn.
I'm Glad I Fought Against It
I Only Wish We'd Won.
And I Don't Want No Pardon
For 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