Greedy Gut

Anonymous asked: Will you love me forever?

Yes.

Oh, I’m a good ol’ rebel, Now that’s just what I am, and for this “fair land of freedom”, I do not care a damn.

I’m glad I fought against her, I only wish we’d won.

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

 I hate the constitution, this great republic, too.

I hate the freedman’s bureau in uniforms of blue.

I hate the nasty eagle with all his brags and fuss.

The lying, thieving Yankees I hate ‘em worse and worse. 

I hate the Yankee nation and everything they do.

I hate the declaration of independence, too.

I hate the glorious union, just dripping with our blood.

I hate the striped banner, I fought it all I could.

I followed ol’ Robert E. Lee for fours years or thereabout.

Got wounded in three places and I starved at point lookout. I caught the Rheumatism campin’ in the snow.

But I killed a chance of Yankees, I’d like to kill some more.
3 hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in southern dust.

We got 3 hundred thousand before they conquered us. They died of southern fever and southern steel and shot.

I wish there were 3 million, instead of what we got.

I can’t pick up my musket and fight ‘em down no more. But, I ain’t gonna love ‘em, that is certain sure.

And I don’t want no pardon for what I was and am.

I won’t be reconstructed and I do not give a damn.

Well, fuck. I miss it all.