2 acessos
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