For this their land of freedom I do not care a damn

I’m glad we fought against it I only wished we’d won

And I don’t want no pardon for anything I done

I hates the Yankee nation and everything they do

I hates the declaration of independence too

I hates the glorious Union they’re drippin with our blood

And I hate the stripped banner I fought it all I could

Three hundred thousand Yankees lay stiff in Southern dust

We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us

They died of southern fever and southern steel and shot

And I wish it was three million instead of what we got

I won’t be re constructed I’m better now than then

And for that carpet bagger I don’t give a damn

So I’m off for the frontier as soon as I can go

And I’ll prepare a weapon and start for Mexico