James Innes Randolph - I'm A Good Old Rebel

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

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I hates the Yankee nation
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And everything they do
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I hates the declaration
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Of independence too.
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I hates the glorious union
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'Tis dripping with our blood
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I hates the striped banner
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And fitted it all I could.

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

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

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I can't take up my musket
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And fight 'em now no more
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But I ain't goin' to love 'em
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Now that is certain sure
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And I don't want no pardon
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For what I was and am
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I won't be reconstructed
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And I Do not give a damn.

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

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I ain't asked any pardon
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For anything I've done...