(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


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