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.
It seems that the man you wish to villify was not entirely alone in his view of Reconstruction. I am sure you can pick phrases out of the Ry Coder version ( I believe he performed it in THe Long Riders) to further villify him and I provide the lyrics to convenience you. Just be careful not to make the Senator Durbin blunder.
Ry cooder - I’m a good old rebel lyrics
(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
