I am a good ole rebel now thats just what I am
for this fair land of "freedom" I do not care a damn
I'm proud I fought again' it I only wish we'd won
and I don't want no pardon for anything I done.
300 thousand Yankees lie stiff in southern dust
we got 300 thousand before they conquered us
they died of southern fever, of southern steel and shot
and I wished it was 3 million instead of what we got.
I won't be reconstructed I'm better now than them
and for the carpetbaggers I don't give a damn
so I'm off for the frontier as soon as I can go
I'll prepare a weapon and start for Mexico.