Oh I'm a Good Old Rebel
Hoyt AxtonVersion1
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Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again 'er
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any 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
I hates the striped banner
And fit (fought) it all I could.
I rode with Robert E. Lee
For three years there about
Got wounded in four places
And I starved at Point Lookout.
I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
A campin' in the snow
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some more.
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.
They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em now no more
But I ain't goin' to love 'em
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again 'er
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done...
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Readable chord sheet for Oh I'm a Good Old Rebel by Hoyt Axton
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...