Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[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.
F#m
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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MAJOR.
Majors Junction
Majozi
Majua
Makeout Videotap (...)
Maker Punk Band
Makeshift Innoce (...)
Makeshift Romeo
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