Oh, I'm a good old rebel Now thats 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 eyerything they do I hates the declaration of independence too I hates the glorious union 'Tis dripping with our blood And I hates the 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 from Mexico编辑于2024/01/20更新