(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

• Archie's Funeral
• Better Things to Think About
• Cole Younger Polka
• Escape from Northfield
• I Always Knew You Were The One
• I'm a Good Old Rebel
• Jesse James
• Leaving Missouri
• Rally 'round The Flag
• Seneca Square Dance
• The Long Riders
• Wildwood Boys