Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse 1]
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Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
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Now that's just what I am.
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For this Yankee nation
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I do not give a damn.
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I'm glad I fought agin her,
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I only wish we'd won.
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I ain't asked any pardon
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For anything I've done.
[Verse 2]
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I hates the yankee nation
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And everything they do,
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I hates the declaration
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Of independence, too;
F#m
I hates the glorious union-
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’tis dripping with our blood-
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And I hates their striped banner,
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I fought it all I could.
[Verse 3]
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I rode with Robert E. Lee,
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For three years, thereabouts.
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Got wounded in four places
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And starved at Point Lookout.
F#m
I caughts the rheumatism
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A-camping in the snow.
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But I killed a chance of Yankees
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And I'd like to kill some mo'.
[Verse 4]
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Three hundred thousand Yankees
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Lie still in Southern dust
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We got three hundred thousand
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Before they conquered us.
F#m
They died of Southern fever
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And Southern steel and shot.
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I wish they were three millions
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Instead of what we got.
[Verse 5]
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I can't take up my musket
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And fight 'em now no more,
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But I ain't going to love 'em,
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Now that is certain sure;
F#m
I don't want no pardon
E A
For what I was and am,
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I won't be reconstructed
E A
And I do not give a damn.
A
I won't be reconstructed
E A
And I do not give a damn.
A
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
E A
Now that's just what I am.
A
For this Yankee nation
E
I do not give a damn.
F#m
I'm glad I fought agin her,
E A
I only wish we'd won.
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done.
[Verse 2]
A
I hates the yankee nation
E A
And everything they do,
A
I hates the declaration
E
Of independence, too;
F#m
I hates the glorious union-
E A
’tis dripping with our blood-
A
And I hates their striped banner,
E A
I fought it all I could.
[Verse 3]
A
I rode with Robert E. Lee,
E A
For three years, thereabouts.
A
Got wounded in four places
E
And starved at Point Lookout.
F#m
I caughts the rheumatism
E A
A-camping in the snow.
A
But I killed a chance of Yankees
E A
And I'd like to kill some mo'.
[Verse 4]
A
Three hundred thousand Yankees
E A
Lie still in Southern dust
A
We got three hundred thousand
E
Before they conquered us.
F#m
They died of Southern fever
E A
And Southern steel and shot.
A
I wish they were three millions
E A
Instead of what we got.
[Verse 5]
A
I can't take up my musket
E A
And fight 'em now no more,
A
But I ain't going to love 'em,
E
Now that is certain sure;
F#m
I don't want no pardon
E A
For what I was and am,
A
I won't be reconstructed
E A
And I do not give a damn.
A
I won't be reconstructed
E A
And I do not give a damn.
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