Recordings
The Good Old Rebel
Songs of the Civil War, Various Artists (Hermes Nye), 1960
Life Treasury of American Folk Music, Various Artists (Hermes Nye), 1961
Winners and Losers: Campaign Songs from the Critical Elections in American History, Vol. 1, Peter Janovsky, 1978
The Long Riders Soundtrack, Ry Cooder/Various Artists (Mitch Greenhill/Bill Bryson), 1980
Songs of the Civil War, Various Artists (Hoyt Axton), 1991
Southern Soldier Boy: 15 Authentic Tunes Of The Civil War, Wayne Erbsen, 1992
The Blue & Gray in Black & White, Sparky and Rhonda Rucker, 1992
Songs of the Civil War, Various Artists (Alan Baker), 1992
The Wild West: Music From the Epic Television Mini-Series, Various Artists (John McEuen), 1993
Southern Soldier, 2nd South Carolina String Band, 1997
We Dare Sing Dixie, Un-Reconstructed, 2000
Thrillbillys Soundtrack, Various Artists (Kirk Rundstrom / Shiners / Drive-By Truckers ), 2001
The Rebel Soldier, Jimmy Phillips, 2004
Live:Songs of the Civil War Era, Shoregrass, 2005
Songs of the Civil War, Vol 4, 97th Regimental String Band, 2007
The Music Of The Wild West, Various Artists (John McEuen), 2007
Homespun Songs of the C.S.A., Vol. 1, Bobby Horton, 2008
Old Times There..., South Memphis String Band, 2012
I Don't Want A Pardon
Civil War Almanac, Volume 2: The Rebels, Cumberland Three with John Stewart, 1960
Songs of the Civil War, The Cumberland Three, 1991
Unreconstructed Rebel Soldier
Haywire Mac, 1950
Hard Times: Songs of the Civil War, Bittersweet and Briers, 2002
Lyrics
The lyrics of the version performed at the Burlingame show are as follows;
I am a good old rebel, that is just what I am,
For this fair land of freedom I do not care a damn,
I'm glad I fought against it but I only wished I'd won,
And I don't want a pardon for anything I've done.
I hate the constitution, this great republic too,
I hate the Freedman's Bureau in uniforms so blue,
I hate the nasty eagle with all the brag and fuss,
And the lying, thieving Yankees, I hate 'em wuss and wuss.
I hate the Yankee nation and everything they do,
I hate the Declaration of Independence too,
I hate the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our blood,
And I (?) Yankee (?) (spare?) 'em all I could.
I followed old Marse Robert for four year near about,
Got wounded in three place and starved at Point Lookout,
I caught the rheumatism a-campin' in the snow,
But I caught a chance of Yankees and I wish I'd caught some more.
Three hundred thousand Yankees lie stiff in Southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us,
They died of Southern fever, Southern steel and shot,
And I wish it was three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't goin' to love 'em now that's certain sure,
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am,
And I won't be reconstructed and I don't give a damn.
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