Confederate Anthem

	  		
verse 1 
    A                                E         A 
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am, 
    A                       E 
And for this Yankee nation, I do not give a damn, 
    D                         A 
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only wish we'd won, 
   A                         E             A 
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done ... 

verse 2 
   A                           E               A 
I hates the Yankee nation, and everything they do, 
  A                        E 
I hates the Declaration Of Independence too, 
  D                          A 
I hates the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our blood, 
  A                           E            A 
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could ... 

verse 3 
  A                           E                 A 
I rode with Robert E. Lee for three years thereabout, 
               A                   E 
Got wounded in four places, and I starved at Point Lookout, 
  D                         A 
I cauched the rheumatism, a-camping in the snow, 
      A                                   E                 A 
But I killed a chance of Yankees, and I'd like to kill some more ... 

verse 4 
      A                           E                 A 
Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust, 
   A                          E 
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us, 
     D                          A 
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot, 
  A                              E                  A 
I wish there were three million, instead of what we got ... 

Verse 5 
   A                                E        A 
I can't take up my musket, and fight 'em now no more, 
    A                           E 
But I ain't gonna love 'em, now that is certain sure, 
    D                          A 
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am, 
  A                       E                   A 
I won't be reconstructed, and I do not give a damn ... 

Verse 6 
    A                                E         A 
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am, 
A                       E 
for this Yankee nation, I do not give a damn, 
    D                         A 
I'm glad I fought again' her, I only wish we'd won, 
  A                           E             A 
I ain't asked any pardon, for anything I've done ... 
  A                           E             A 
I ain't asked any pardon, for anything I've done.