(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel

Now that's just what I am

For this fair land of freedom

I do not care a damn.

I'm glad I fought against it

I only wish we'd won.

And I don't want no 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-

And I hates their striped banner,

I fought it all I could.

Three hundred thousand Yankees

Stiffen in Southern dust

We got three hundred thousand

Before they conquered us

They died of Southern fever

And Southern steel and shot

And I wish it was three million

Instead of what we got.

I want to reconstruct it

I'm better now than then

And for that carpet beggar

I don't give a damn

So I'm a forward the frontier

Soon as I can go

I could bear a weapon

And start for Mexico