Mr. Confederate Man
Intro G Cadd9 D Em
I was [G]just a [Cadd9]little boy in e[D]lementary [Em]school
[G]English and math and [Cadd9]science class [D]learnin the golden [Em]rule
I [G]learned how to add and [Cadd9]how to subtract how to [D]multiply and
di[Em]vide
I [G]learned about bugs and I [Cadd9]learned about plants and I [D]learned how to read and
[Em]write
But [G]my most favorite [Cadd9]class of all was my [D]last class of the [Em]day
When my [G]history teacher would [Cadd9]tell us tales of old [D]times long gone [Em]away
I was [G]amazed at the way she [Cadd9]knew all the people and their [D]names and the places
and the [Em]dates
That’s [G]when I first learned about [Cadd9]General Lee and his [D]thirteen rebel [Em]states
[G] [Cadd9] [D] [Em]
[G]One day she [Cadd9]came to school with a [D]big brown grocery [Em]bag
She [G]opened it up we all [Cadd9]helped her hold ‘er up this [D]great big X shaped [Em]flag
She said, “[G]class now only a [Cadd9]fool would tell you this [D]flag is a symbol of [Em]hate
It re[G]presents the men who [Cadd9]fought and died with [D]pride for our Confederate [Em]States
Your a[G]ssignment tonight I [Cadd9]want you to write I [D]want you to pre[Em]tend
That one of [G]these brave men came [Cadd9]back to life now [D]what would you say to [Em]him”
Well the [G]school bell rang and I [Cadd9]thought and I thought as the [D]bus carried me
across [Em]town
I [G]got out my pencil and my n[Cadd9]otebook pad and [D]this is what I wrote [Em]down I wrote
[G]Mr. Confederate [Cadd9]Man I’d [D]like to shake your [Em]hand for givin your [G]life for
[Cadd9]Dixieland, [D]Mr. Confederate [Em]Man
[G] [Cadd9] [D] [Em]
The [G]next day in [Cadd9]history class I put my [D]paper on my teacher’s [Em]desk
Then she [G]called me up in front of [Cadd9]everyone because she [D]said she liked mine the
[Em]best
As [G]I walked up to the [Cadd9]head of the class my teacher [D]smiled and she nodded at [Em]me
Then I [G]saw a tear roll [Cadd9]down ‘er cheek as [D]I began to [Em]read I read
[G]Mr. Confederate [Cadd9]Man I’d [D]like to shake your [Em]hand for givin your [G]life for
[Cadd9]Dixieland, [D]Mr. Confederate [Em]Man
[G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [G] [Cadd9] [D] [Em]
Well I[G] was at home readin [Cadd9]through the news[D] just the other [Em]day
When I [G]ran across my old [Cadd9]teacher’s name and I [D]saw that she had passed [Em]away
With a b[G]ittersweet smile I looked [Cadd9]up at my wall a wrinkled [D]paper in an ol wood
[Em]frame
Where under[G]neath penciled words almost [Cadd9]faded away she had [D]marked a great big red
Em (stop)
A …. Plus
[G]Mr. Confederate [Cadd9]Man I’d [D]like to shake your [Em]hand for givin your [G]life for
[Cadd9]Dixieland, [D]Mr. Confederate [Em]Man
I wrote
[G]Mr. Confederate [Cadd9]Man I’d [D]like to shake your [Em]hand for givin your [G]life for
[Cadd9]Dixieland, [D]Mr. Confederate [Em]Man
[G] [Cadd9] [D] [Em]
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