I'm a Good 'Ol Rebel - Un-Reconstructed

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel Now that's just what I am. For this Yankee nation I do not give a damn. I'm glad I fought agin her, I only wish we'd won. I ain't asked any 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. I rode with Robert E. Lee, For three years, thereabouts. Got wounded in four places And starved at Point Lookout. I caughts the rheumatism A-camping in the snow. But I killed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to kill some mo'. Three hundred thousand Yankees Lie still in Southern dust We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us. They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot. I wish they were three millions Instead of what we got. I can't take up my musket And fight 'em now no more, But I ain't going to love 'em, Now that is certain sure; I don't want no pardon For what I was and am, I won't be reconstructed And I do not give a damn.

They say I won't make it to the top of the hill Won't take the fruit off the tree And everybody says I'm out for the kill They're all laughing at me They're all laughing at me I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel And they're all laughing at me They say I'm a danger to the public and all I only wish they would see I'm just the product of a screwed up world But they're all, they're all laughing at me But they're all laughing at me I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel But they're all laughing at me Never ever wash my old blue jeans And brush the smile off my face But still I'm a member of the human race Human race, human race, human race I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you know, know, know? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? (Don't you know) I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel And they're all laughing at me Don't you know I'm a rebel, come on I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? (Don't you know) I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it? (I'm a rebel) I'm a rebel, rebel Don't you know Why don't you know?

You need us, we're on it Gotta be honest We love our country We like it rockin' Respect our daddies We love our mamas Thinkin' 'bout pushing us You might not oughta You can see us coming through the dust and the lights Rollin' up on your Saturday night Us good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to know one And we all love to hold up a cold one Good ol' boys Good ol' boys Sometimes you love us Sometimes you hate us Sometimes you ain't quite sure how to take us But you'll never change us It's just how God madе us But He gave us angels to savе us Good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to know one And we all love to hold up a cold one To good ol' boys To good ol' boys, yeah Good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to meet one And I'm sure lucky to be one Good ol' boys Good ol' boys Good ol' boys ain't scared of working Staying up late and getting up early Getting our hands dirty No, we ain't close to worthy of our good girls Got a word you can depend on And a heart you can hang your hat on

A-na, na, na I'm cleaning up them dirty words that I say these days Showing up to church a lot more on Sunday Working on bad-habit breaking Cutting back on Copenhagen Little less gas, little more brake in my Chevrolet Whatever it takes, 'cause I got a gift from God sitting in the backseat And I'ma need to be a little better If he's gonna wanna be like me I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right "No sir, yes ma'am" I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Yes I am, mhmm yeah Gonna be a lotta learning in between Them inches on that doorframe I don't know a lot about a lot But I know I can teach him a few things How to swim, how to fish, how to drive a stick Just like my daddy taught me And he'll know how to say he's sorry 'Cause he'll hear that from me I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right, Lord knows I am I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man Making a man outta him Is making a man outta me Making a man outta him So one day he'll be Another good ol' boy, yeah I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right, Lord knows I am I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Yes I am Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man Yes I am Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (mhmm, yeah)

People sit around and they talk and talk How their dreams all ended too soon Guess they never hung out under the stars Howling at the moon I guess we're as different as nine and eight I see it in a different light I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights They wanna go back to when a Cadillac Didn't look like a Chevrolet It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me I never owned one anyway But a good looking woman and an old guitar With both of them tuned just right Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days Just about the good ol' nights Talk about the good times Talk about the times when the times were right You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights You can keep the good ol' days, I'll take the good ol' nights

I got a job but it ain't nearly enough A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck Belongs to me and the bank And some funny talkin' man from Iran I left the service, got a G.I. loan I got married, bought myself a home Now I hang around this one horse town And do the best that I can It's gettin' tough, just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough Gettin' cold, I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track I'd kill to leave it but ain't no turnin' back Got a wife for the kids And what will everybody say My brother's standin' on a welfare line And any minute now I might get mine Well, gettin' tough, just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough Gettin' cold, I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy Well, I hit the beer joint every Friday night Spend a little money lookin' for a fight And it don't matter if I lose or win 'Cause Monday I'm back on the losin' end again Gettin' tough, it's just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough It's gettin' cold, I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy Gettin' tough, just my luck I was born in the land of plenty, now there ain't enough We're gettin' cold, I've been told Well, nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy