The 72nd Battallion.
Spartans Brigade.
Oh, I'm a good old browncoat,
Now that's just what I am,
And for this Alliance nation,
I do nah give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again' her,
I'd only wished we won.
I ain' asked any pardon for anythin' I've done.
I hates the Alliance nation and eveything they do.
I hates the declaration of unifcation, too.
I hates the glorious Alliance, just dripping with our blood.
I hates the starred banner, and fitted all I could
I rode with Sergeant Reynolds,
For three years, thereabout.
Got wounded in four places,
And I starved at point lookout.
I caught the Rheumatism
Campin' in the snow.
But I killed a chance of Purple Bellies
And I'd like to kill some more.
Three Million Purple Bellies
Is stiff in independent dust.
We got three million,
Before they conquered us!
They died of Space Fever
And independent steel and shot
I wish there were three billion
Instead of what we got.
I can't pick up my rifle
And fight 'um down no more
But I ain't gonna love 'um
Now 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
Oh, I'm a good old browncoat,
Now that's just what I am,
And for this Alliance nation,
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought again' her,
I only wish we won.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.
Song Lyrics are a modified version of David Allan Coe's 'confederate anthem', rewritten and modified by Lt. Col. Woodall.
