I'm A Good Old Rebel

Major James Innes Randolph

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I'm A Good Old Rebel

Key: Am

I'm A Good Old Rebel Key EmEm

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I'm A Good Old Rebel Key AmAm(original key)

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Am                C            Am         G     Am 
Oh, I'm a good old rebel, Now that's just what I am 
      C                          Am 
And for this Yankee nation, I do no give a damn. 
     C                           Am 
I'm glad I fought again 'er, I only wish we'd won 
    C                            G             Am 
I ain't asked any pardon, For anything I've done. 

Verse 1:
 
  Am        C                  Am     G        Am 
I hates the Yankee nation, And everything they do 
    C                         Am 
I hates the declaration, Of independence too. 
    C                              Am 
I hates the glorious union, 'Tis dripping with our blood 
      C                          G                Am 
I hates the striped banner, And fought it all I could. 

Verse 2:
 
  Am               C            Am         G     Am 
I rode with Robert E. Lee, For three years there about 
       C                            Am 
Got wounded in four places, And I starved at Point Lookout 
        C                       Am 
I caught the rheumatism, A campin' in the snow 
      C                                  G                   Am 
But I killed a chance of Yankees, And I'd like to kill some more. 

Verse 3:

      Am       C                   Am        G       Am 
Three hundred thousand Yankees, Is stiff in southern dust 
    C                             Am 
We got three hundred thousand, Before they conquered us. 
     C                            Am 
They died of southern fever, And southern steel and shot 
   C                            G                 Am 
I wish they was three million, Instead of what we got. 

Verse 4:

  Am                C            Am       G     Am 
I can't take up my musket, And fight 'em now no more 
       C                            Am 
But I ain't goin' to love 'em, Now that is certain sure 
      C                          Am 
And I don't want no pardon, For what I was and am 
  C                             G              Am 
I won't be reconstructed, And I do not give a damnto Chorus

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