Rebel Son

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Одна из любимых рокабилли - формаций. Тематика большинства песен - типичное реднековское разгильдяйство, бухло и девки. Но что им удается по настоящему хорошо, так это душевные баллады. В особенности посвященные родной Dixieland, Конфедерации и генералу Роберту Ли.

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Текст:
I was just a little boy
in elementary school
English and Math and Science class
learning the golden rules
I learned how to add and how to subtract
and how to multiply and divide
I learned about bugs and I learned about plants
and I learned how to read and write
but my most favorite class of all
as the last class of the day
when my history teacher would tell us tales
of old times long gone away
I was amazed at the way she knew all the people
and their names and the places and the dates
that’s when I first learned about General Lee
and his 13 rebel States
One day she came to school
with a big brown grocery bag
she opened up, we all helped her hold up
this great big “X” shaped flag
she said class
now only a fool will tell you
this flag is a symbol of hate
It represents the men who fought and died
with pride for our Confederate States
Your assignment tonight
I want you to write
I want you to pretend
that one of these brave men came back to life
now what would you say to him
Well the school bell rang
and I thought and I thought
as the bus carried me across town
I got out my pencil and my notebook pad
and this is what I wrote down
I wrote
Mr Confederate man
I’d like to shake your hand
for giving your life for Dixieland
Mr Confederate man
The next day in History class
I put my paper on the teachers desk
then she called me up in front of everyone
because she said she liked mine the best
as i walked up to the head of the class
my teacher smiled and she nodded at me
then I saw a tear roll down her cheek as I began to read
I read
Mr. Confederate man
I’d like to shake your hand
for giving your life for Dixieland
Mr Confederate man
Well I was at home reading through the news
just the other day
when I ran across my old teachers name
and I saw where she had passed away
with a bitter-sweet smile
I looked up at my wall
a wrinkled paper in a old wood frame
where underneath penciled words almost faded away
she had marked a grade big red “A”…..plus
Mr Confederate man
I’d like to shake your hand
for giving your life for Dixieland
Mr Confederate man
I wrote
Mr Confederate man
I’d like to shake your hand
for giving your life for Dixieland
Mr Confederate man

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Текст:
I was born in Dixie land Unreconstructed till the end
In Carolina I was raised by my granddaddy in my daddy’s ways
They both thought me right from wrong How to fight and how to get along
But my own life now is almost gone in southern ground I belong.
My final hour is drawing near so friend come sit by me right here
Let’s laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die.
Please give your word this vow you keep when I return to earth to sleep.
Let me dream forever under southern land with a Dixie flag tied in my hand.
When, when my time has come, before they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
I don’t care if I am in a box or not when they lay me down,
Just bury me in southern ground.
One last look at the country side before I close my weary eyes
Southern air for my last breath here comes my sweet angel of death
Sing Dixie while they lower me so I hear it for eternity
I can feel the reapers touch ashes to ashes dust to dust
When, when my time has come, before they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down,
Just bury me in southern ground.