To be an American is a mis’rable thing,
Being shorn of a real identity:
Beyond granmer and granfer, no family tree,
Much of life bound up in a college degree.
He scrapes around for a little more,
Grabs hold of shallow political lore,
‘We hold these truths,’ which started a war,
And ‘We the People’ – but it’s all becoming a bore.
For proper religious feeling, there’s the big football game
Or the sacred act of voting for a stranger’s name.
But everyone knows that a Southerner is most depraved,
To speak well of Dixie – the sin most grave!
Southrons dwell too much on Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome,
Are overly attached to Great-Great-Grandfather’s home;
Delight in tellin’ tales of Lee and his lads and tillin’ the loam –
The South is a blasphemy, and must be overthrown!
-By Walt Garlington
O I’m a good old rebel, now that’s just what I am. For this “fair land of freedom” I do not care at all. I’m glad I fit against it, I only wish we’d won, And I don’t want no pardon for anything I done.
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