(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 won't be reconstructed
I'm better now than then
And for that carpetbagger
I do not give a damn
So I'm off for the frontier
Soon as I can go
I'll prepare a weapon
And start for Mexico