Biografía:
Hoyt Wayne Axton (b. 1938 - d. 1999 ) , was a popular American folk/country/ pop singer born in Duncan Oklahoma and who died at age 61 in Bitteroot Montana. He achieved platinum success as a solo act & songwriter in the music biz, but also eventually turned movie and tv actor. His best known roles were as the protagonist's father in the 80's children's films "Gremlins" and "The Black Stallion". His behind the scenes accomplishments included penning
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Otras canciones:
- 500 Miles
- An Old Greyhound
- Billies Theme
- Bony Fingers
- Cocaine
- Della And The Dealer
- Endless Road
- Evangelina
- Flash Of Fire
- Greenback Dollar
- I Dream Of Highways
- In A Young Girls Mind
- Less Than The Song
- Oh Im A Good Old Rebel
- Rusty Old Halo
- Snow Blind Friend
- When The Morning Comes
- You Taught Me How To Cry
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This is an old American Civil War song written obviously by a confederate soldier. It
me awhile to figure out the exact chords because the one other tab i found was completely
But this here is completely right.
And because this is an old folk song go ahead and feel free to change the lyrics however
feel when you play it. Folk music will never die. Enjoy!
A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
E A
Now that's just what I am
A
And for this Yankee nation
E E
I do no give a damn.
D
I'm glad I fought again 'er
A
I only wish we'd won
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done.
A
I hates the Yankee nation
E A
And everything they do
A
I hates the declaration
E E
Of independence too.
D
I hates the glorious union
A
'Tis dripping with our blood
A
I hates the striped banner
E A
And fit (fought) it all I could.
A
I rode with Robert E. Lee
E A
For three years there about
A
Got wounded in four places
E E
And I starved at Point Lookout.
D
I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
A
A campin' in the snow
A
But I killed a chance of Yankees
E A
And I'd like to kill some more.
A
Three hundred thousand Yankees
E A
Is stiff in southern dust
A
We got three hundred thousand
E E
Before they conquered us.
D
They died of southern fever
A
And southern steel and shot
A
I wish they was three million
E A
Instead of what we got.
A
I can't take up my musket
E A
And fight 'em now no more
A
But I ain't goin' to love 'em
E E
Now that is certain sure
D
And I don't want no pardon
A
For what I was and am
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
And for this Yankee nation
E E
I do no give a damn.
D
I'm glad I fought again 'er
A
I only wish we'd won
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done.
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done...
me awhile to figure out the exact chords because the one other tab i found was completely
But this here is completely right.
And because this is an old folk song go ahead and feel free to change the lyrics however
feel when you play it. Folk music will never die. Enjoy!
A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
E A
Now that's just what I am
A
And for this Yankee nation
E E
I do no give a damn.
D
I'm glad I fought again 'er
A
I only wish we'd won
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done.
A
I hates the Yankee nation
E A
And everything they do
A
I hates the declaration
E E
Of independence too.
D
I hates the glorious union
A
'Tis dripping with our blood
A
I hates the striped banner
E A
And fit (fought) it all I could.
A
I rode with Robert E. Lee
E A
For three years there about
A
Got wounded in four places
E E
And I starved at Point Lookout.
D
I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
A
A campin' in the snow
A
But I killed a chance of Yankees
E A
And I'd like to kill some more.
A
Three hundred thousand Yankees
E A
Is stiff in southern dust
A
We got three hundred thousand
E E
Before they conquered us.
D
They died of southern fever
A
And southern steel and shot
A
I wish they was three million
E A
Instead of what we got.
A
I can't take up my musket
E A
And fight 'em now no more
A
But I ain't goin' to love 'em
E E
Now that is certain sure
D
And I don't want no pardon
A
For what I was and am
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
And for this Yankee nation
E E
I do no give a damn.
D
I'm glad I fought again 'er
A
I only wish we'd won
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done.
A
I ain't asked any pardon
E A
For anything I've done...
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