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This is an old American Civil War song written obviously by a confederate soldier. It
me awhile to figure out the exact chords because the one other tab i found was completely 
But this here is completely right.
And because this is an old folk song go ahead and feel free to change the lyrics however 
feel when you play it. Folk music will never die. Enjoy!

    AOh, (x02220@1)I'm a good old rebel
    E (022100@1)               ANow (x02220@1)that's just what I am
    AAnd (x02220@1)for this Yankee nation
  E (022100@1)       EI (022100@1)do no give a damn.
    DI'm (xx0232@1)glad I fought again 'er
  AI (x02220@1)only wish we'd won
  AI (x02220@1)ain't asked any pardon
    E (022100@1)           AFor (x02220@1)anything I've done.

  AI (x02220@1)hates the Yankee nation
    E (022100@1)            AAnd (x02220@1)everything they do
  AI (x02220@1)hates the declaration
   E (022100@1)         EOf (022100@1)independence too.
  DI (xx0232@1)hates the glorious union
     A'Tis (x02220@1)dripping with our blood
  AI (x02220@1)hates the striped banner
    E (022100@1)                   AAnd (x02220@1)fit (fought) it all I could.

  AI (x02220@1)rode with Robert E. Lee
    E (022100@1)               AFor (x02220@1)three years there about
    AGot (x02220@1)wounded in four places
      E (022100@1)             EAnd (022100@1)I starved at Point Lookout.
  DI (xx0232@1)coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
  AA (x02220@1)campin' in the snow
    ABut (x02220@1)I killed a chance of Yankees
    E (022100@1)                   AAnd (x02220@1)I'd like to kill some more.

      AThree (x02220@1)hundred thousand Yankees
   E (022100@1)              AIs (x02220@1)stiff in southern dust
   AWe (x02220@1)got three hundred thousand
  E (022100@1)                 EBefore (022100@1)they conquered us.
     DThey (xx0232@1)died of southern fever
    AAnd (x02220@1)southern steel and shot
  AI (x02220@1)wish they was three million
  E (022100@1)              AInstead (x02220@1)of what we got.

  AI (x02220@1)can't take up my musket
    E (022100@1)              AAnd (x02220@1)fight 'em now no more
    ABut (x02220@1)I ain't goin' to love 'em
    E (022100@1)             ENow (022100@1)that is certain sure
    DAnd (xx0232@1)I don't want no pardon
    AFor (x02220@1)what I was and am
  AI (x02220@1)won't be reconstructed
      E (022100@1)           AAnd (x02220@1)I do not give a damn.

    AOh, (x02220@1)I'm a good old rebel
    E (022100@1)               ANow (x02220@1)that's just what I am
    AAnd (x02220@1)for this Yankee nation
  E (022100@1)       EI (022100@1)do no give a damn.
    DI'm (xx0232@1)glad I fought again 'er
  AI (x02220@1)only wish we'd won
  AI (x02220@1)ain't asked any pardon
    E (022100@1)           AFor (x02220@1)anything I've done.

  AI (x02220@1)ain't asked any pardon
    E (022100@1)           AFor (x02220@1)anything I've done...

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