Oh Im A Good Old Rebel chords
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Oh, [A]I'm a good old rebel
Now [E]that's just what I[A] am
And [A]for this Yankee nation
I [E]do no give[E] a damn.
I'm [D]glad I fought again 'er
I [A]only wish we'd won
I [A]ain't asked any pardon
For [E]anything I've [A]done.
I [A]hates the Yankee nation
And [E]everything they[A] do
I [A]hates the declaration
Of [E]independence[E] too.
I [D]hates the glorious union
'Tis [A]dripping with our blood
I [A]hates the striped banner
And [E]fit (fought) it all I [A]could.
I [A]rode with Robert E. Lee
For [E]three years there [A]about
Got [A]wounded in four places
And I [E]starved at Point[E] Lookout.
I [D]coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
A [A]campin' in the snow
But [A]I killed a chance of Yankees
And [E]I'd like to kill some [A]more.
Three [A]hundred thousand Yankees
Is [E]stiff in southern[A] dust
We [A]got three hundred thousand
Be[E]fore they conquered [E]us.
They [D]died of southern fever
And [A]southern steel and shot
I [A]wish they was three million
In[E]stead of what we [A]got.
I [A]can't take up my musket
And [E]fight 'em now no [A]more
But [A]I ain't goin' to love 'em
Now [E]that is certain [E]sure
And [D]I don't want no pardon
For [A]what I was and am
I [A]won't be reconstructed
And I [E]do not give a [A]damn.
Oh, [A]I'm a good old rebel
Now [E]that's just what I[A] am
And [A]for this Yankee nation
I [E]do no give[E] a damn.
I'm [D]glad I fought again 'er
I [A]only wish we'd won
I [A]ain't asked any pardon
For [E]anything I've [A]done.
I [A]ain't asked any pardon
For [E]anything I've [A]done...
Now [E]that's just what I[A] am
And [A]for this Yankee nation
I [E]do no give[E] a damn.
I'm [D]glad I fought again 'er
I [A]only wish we'd won
I [A]ain't asked any pardon
For [E]anything I've [A]done.
I [A]hates the Yankee nation
And [E]everything they[A] do
I [A]hates the declaration
Of [E]independence[E] too.
I [D]hates the glorious union
'Tis [A]dripping with our blood
I [A]hates the striped banner
And [E]fit (fought) it all I [A]could.
I [A]rode with Robert E. Lee
For [E]three years there [A]about
Got [A]wounded in four places
And I [E]starved at Point[E] Lookout.
I [D]coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
A [A]campin' in the snow
But [A]I killed a chance of Yankees
And [E]I'd like to kill some [A]more.
Three [A]hundred thousand Yankees
Is [E]stiff in southern[A] dust
We [A]got three hundred thousand
Be[E]fore they conquered [E]us.
They [D]died of southern fever
And [A]southern steel and shot
I [A]wish they was three million
In[E]stead of what we [A]got.
I [A]can't take up my musket
And [E]fight 'em now no [A]more
But [A]I ain't goin' to love 'em
Now [E]that is certain [E]sure
And [D]I don't want no pardon
For [A]what I was and am
I [A]won't be reconstructed
And I [E]do not give a [A]damn.
Oh, [A]I'm a good old rebel
Now [E]that's just what I[A] am
And [A]for this Yankee nation
I [E]do no give[E] a damn.
I'm [D]glad I fought again 'er
I [A]only wish we'd won
I [A]ain't asked any pardon
For [E]anything I've [A]done.
I [A]ain't asked any pardon
For [E]anything I've [A]done...
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