Тональность: A major•
Verse 1
A
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
A
I'm glad I fought against her
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done
I hates the Yankee nation
And eveything they do
I hates the declaration of
Dm
I hates the glorious union
A
'Tis dripping with our blood
G#
A
I hates the striped banner
And fought it all I could
I rode with Robert E lee
G#
For three years there about
A
G#
Got wounded in four places
A
B
Eb
And I starved at Point Lookout
G#
Dm
I caught the rheumatism
G#
A
campin' in the snow
G#
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some more
A
Three hundred thousand Yankees
G#
A
Is stiff in southern dust
G#
We got three hundred thousand
A
E
Before they conquered us
A
C#
They died of southern fever
A
And southern steel and shot
G#
A
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got
G#
I can't take up my musket
A
And fight 'em down no more
G#
But I ain't a-goin' to to love them
A
Eb
Now that is certain sure
C#
And I don't want no pardon
G#
A
For what I was and am
G#
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn
Eb
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
G#
Now that's just what I am
G#
And for this Yankee nation
Bb
I do no give a damn
I'm glad I fought against her
Eb
I only wish we'd won
Ab
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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