Quicksilver

I am a good old Rebel, that's exactly what I am,
For your fair land of freedom, I do not give a damn.

Three hundred thousand Yankees, laying dead on that Southern land,
We got three hundred thousand, fore ever got next to us.

They died of southern fever from an old Southern steel shot,
And I wish we'd got three million more than what we got.

I can take off my muskets, fire them no more,
But I ain't gonna love em , that's for goddam sure.

You don't want no part in what I've done or am,
And I will not be reconstructed and I do not give a damn.