Am    C        
Oh, I'm a good old Re-bel
     Am          G      Am
Now, that's just what I am
    C                 
For this fair land of free-dom
  Am
I do not care a damn.
    C             
I'm glad I fought a-gainst it
  Am   
I only wish we'd won.
    C               
And I don't want no par-don
    G               Am
For a-ny-thing I've done.


[Verse 2]

  Am        C      
I hates the Yankee na-tion
    Am     G          Am
And eve-ry-thing they do,
  C
I hates the De-cla-ra-tion
   Am
Of In-de-pen-dence, too;
  C
I hates the glorious Union-
     Am
'Tis dripping with our blood-
      C
And I hates their strip-ed banner,
  G               Am
I fought it all I could.


[Verse 3]

      Am      C        
Three hundred thousand Yank-ees
      Am    G         Am
Stiff-en in South-ern dust
   C
We got three hundred thou-sand
   Am
Be-fore they conquered us
     C
They died of Southern fe-ver
    Am
And Southern steel and shot
      C
And I wish it was three mil-lion
   G                Am
In-stead of what we got.


[Verse 4]

  Am       C      
I won't be re-con-struct-ed
    Am     G        Am
I'm better now than then
    C
And for that carpet-bag-ger
  Am
I do not give a damn
   C
So I'm off for the fron-tier
Am
Soon as I can go
     C
I'll pre-pare a wea-pon
    G               Am
And start for Mex-i-co