[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G Oh, I'm a good old rebel G G Now that's just what I am G And for this Yankee nation G G I Do no give a damn. C I'm glad I fought again 'er G I only wish we'd won G I ain't asked any pardon G G For anything I've done. G I hates the Yankee nation G G And everything they do G I hates the declaration G G Of independence too. C I hates the glorious union G 'Tis dripping with our blood G I hates the striped banner G G And fitted it all I could. G I rode with Robert G. Lee G G For three years there about G Got wounded in four places G G And I starved at Point Lookout. C I caught the roomatism G A campin' in the snow G But I killed a chance of Yankees G G And I'd like to kill some more. G Three hundred thousand Yankees G G Is stiff in southern dust G We got three hundred thousand G G Before they conquered us. C They died of southern fever G And southern steel and shot G I wish they was three million G G Instead of what we got. G I can't take up my musket G G And fight 'em now no more G But I ain't goin' to love 'em G G Now that is certain sure C And I don't want no pardon G For what I was and am G I won't be reconstructed G G And I Do not give a damn. G Oh, I'm a good old rebel G G Now that's just what I am G And for this Yankee nation G G I Do no give a damn. C I'm glad I fought again 'er G I only wish we'd won G I ain't asked any pardon G G For anything I've done. G I ain't asked any pardon G G For anything I've done...