Now thats just what I am And for this yankee nation I do no give a damn I'm glad I fought against her I only wish we'd won I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done I hates the Yankee nation And eveything they do I hates the declaration Of independence too I hates the glorious union 'Tis dripping with our blood I hates the striped banner And fought it all I could I rode with Robert E. Lee For three years there about Got wounded in four places And I starved at Point Lookout I caught the rheumatism Campin' in the snow But I killed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to kill some more Three hundred thousand Yankees Is stiff in southern dust We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us They died of southern fever And southern steel and shot I wish they was three million Instead of what we got I can't take up my musket And fight 'em down no more But I ain't a-goin' to love them Now that is certain sure And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am I won't be reconstructed And I do not give a damn Oh, I'm a good old rebel Now that's just what I am And for this Yankee nation I do no give a damn I'm glad I fought against her I only wish we'd won I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done...
I call it the First Democrat-Republican War. Seems like we are heading for number two.