Chords for Uncle Jim's Rebel Soldier
Tempo:
156.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Sam, did I ever tell you the story about my Uncle Jim?
And the song [C] that I got a big reward for singing that he taught me?
No, you [G] didn't, Mac.
Let's hear it.
Well, I got the big reward.
It was a good fashion.
See, my father was rather religious.
In fact, he was very religious.
Well, Uncle Jim was [Bm] a
He was an Ohio boy that ran away [F] from home before [G] the Civil War.
The outbreak of the Civil War found him [C] in New Orleans,
and he enlisted in the Confederate Army.
[B]
[G] In 1863, he was captured [Ab] and sent to [C] prison on Johnson Island in Lake Erie.
[D] And at that time, the [G] federal government went through the prisoners of war [C] camps in the North,
and they offered all these old rebels a chance to get out of the prison
if they would take the oath of allegiance and join the United States Regular Army
and go out on the Western Plains to fight the Indians
under the solemn promise that they wouldn't be used to fight against the South.
So Uncle Jim was one of those.
And they called him Galvanized Yankees.
So Uncle Jim came [G] to Knoxville, Tennessee, that is the hometown, our [C] hometown,
[G] for a blue and a gray reunion [C] in [G]
1895.
[C] And [G] I was a little shaver then.
[C] Uncle Jim taught me to sing this song,
and my [F] father gave me a fine whaling [Am] for singing it.
[G] [C]
I'm a rambler and a gambler a [Dm] long way [C] from home
And the folks that [G] don't like me [C] can leave me alone
I eat when I'm hungry, I drink when I'm dry
And if whiskey don't kill me, [A] I'll live till [C] I die
I'm an old rebel soldier, [Dm] that's just what [C] I am
For your great constitution, [A] I don't give [C] a damn
I fit in the Army with Robert E.
Lee
And all you damn Yankees [A] can't reconstruct [C] me
I'm an old rebel soldier, [F] I fit [C] in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, [F] I wished I'd [C] killed more
I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more
I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more
And the song [C] that I got a big reward for singing that he taught me?
No, you [G] didn't, Mac.
Let's hear it.
Well, I got the big reward.
It was a good fashion.
See, my father was rather religious.
In fact, he was very religious.
Well, Uncle Jim was [Bm] a
He was an Ohio boy that ran away [F] from home before [G] the Civil War.
The outbreak of the Civil War found him [C] in New Orleans,
and he enlisted in the Confederate Army.
[B]
[G] In 1863, he was captured [Ab] and sent to [C] prison on Johnson Island in Lake Erie.
[D] And at that time, the [G] federal government went through the prisoners of war [C] camps in the North,
and they offered all these old rebels a chance to get out of the prison
if they would take the oath of allegiance and join the United States Regular Army
and go out on the Western Plains to fight the Indians
under the solemn promise that they wouldn't be used to fight against the South.
So Uncle Jim was one of those.
And they called him Galvanized Yankees.
So Uncle Jim came [G] to Knoxville, Tennessee, that is the hometown, our [C] hometown,
[G] for a blue and a gray reunion [C] in [G]
1895.
[C] And [G] I was a little shaver then.
[C] Uncle Jim taught me to sing this song,
and my [F] father gave me a fine whaling [Am] for singing it.
[G] [C]
I'm a rambler and a gambler a [Dm] long way [C] from home
And the folks that [G] don't like me [C] can leave me alone
I eat when I'm hungry, I drink when I'm dry
And if whiskey don't kill me, [A] I'll live till [C] I die
I'm an old rebel soldier, [Dm] that's just what [C] I am
For your great constitution, [A] I don't give [C] a damn
I fit in the Army with Robert E.
Lee
And all you damn Yankees [A] can't reconstruct [C] me
I'm an old rebel soldier, [F] I fit [C] in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, [F] I wished I'd [C] killed more
I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more
I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more
Key:
C
G
F
A
Dm
C
G
F
_ Sam, did I ever tell you the story about my Uncle Jim?
And _ _ the song [C] that I got a big reward for singing that he taught me?
No, you [G] didn't, Mac.
Let's hear it. _ _ _ _
Well, I got the big reward.
It was a _ good fashion.
_ _ See, my father was _ _ rather religious.
In fact, he was very religious.
_ Well, Uncle Jim was [Bm] a_
_ He was an Ohio boy that ran away [F] from home before [G] the Civil War.
The outbreak of the Civil War found him [C] in New Orleans, _
and he enlisted in the Confederate Army.
_ [B] _
[G] In 1863, he was captured _ [Ab] and sent to [C] prison on Johnson Island in Lake Erie.
[D] And at that time, the _ [G] federal government _ went through the _ prisoners of war _ [C] camps in the North,
and they offered all these old rebels a chance to _ _ _ get out of the prison
if they would take the oath of allegiance and join the United States Regular Army
and go out on the Western Plains to fight the Indians
under the solemn promise that they wouldn't be used to _ fight against the South.
So Uncle Jim was one of those.
_ _ _ And they called him Galvanized Yankees.
_ So Uncle Jim came [G] to Knoxville, Tennessee, that is the hometown, our [C] hometown,
_ [G] for a blue and a gray reunion [C] _ _ in [G] _ _ _
1895.
[C] _ And [G] I was a little shaver then.
[C] Uncle Jim taught me to sing this song, _
and my [F] father gave me a fine whaling [Am] for singing it.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
I'm a rambler and a gambler a [Dm] long way [C] from home
And the folks that [G] don't like me [C] can leave me alone _
I eat when I'm hungry, I drink when I'm dry
And if whiskey don't kill me, [A] I'll live till [C] I die
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm an old rebel soldier, [Dm] that's just what [C] I am
For your great _ constitution, [A] I don't give [C] a damn
I fit in the Army with Robert E.
Lee
And all you damn Yankees [A] can't reconstruct [C] _ me _
_ I'm an old rebel soldier, [F] I fit [C] in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, [F] I wished I'd [C] killed more
_ _ I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more
I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more _ _ _ _
And _ _ the song [C] that I got a big reward for singing that he taught me?
No, you [G] didn't, Mac.
Let's hear it. _ _ _ _
Well, I got the big reward.
It was a _ good fashion.
_ _ See, my father was _ _ rather religious.
In fact, he was very religious.
_ Well, Uncle Jim was [Bm] a_
_ He was an Ohio boy that ran away [F] from home before [G] the Civil War.
The outbreak of the Civil War found him [C] in New Orleans, _
and he enlisted in the Confederate Army.
_ [B] _
[G] In 1863, he was captured _ [Ab] and sent to [C] prison on Johnson Island in Lake Erie.
[D] And at that time, the _ [G] federal government _ went through the _ prisoners of war _ [C] camps in the North,
and they offered all these old rebels a chance to _ _ _ get out of the prison
if they would take the oath of allegiance and join the United States Regular Army
and go out on the Western Plains to fight the Indians
under the solemn promise that they wouldn't be used to _ fight against the South.
So Uncle Jim was one of those.
_ _ _ And they called him Galvanized Yankees.
_ So Uncle Jim came [G] to Knoxville, Tennessee, that is the hometown, our [C] hometown,
_ [G] for a blue and a gray reunion [C] _ _ in [G] _ _ _
1895.
[C] _ And [G] I was a little shaver then.
[C] Uncle Jim taught me to sing this song, _
and my [F] father gave me a fine whaling [Am] for singing it.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
I'm a rambler and a gambler a [Dm] long way [C] from home
And the folks that [G] don't like me [C] can leave me alone _
I eat when I'm hungry, I drink when I'm dry
And if whiskey don't kill me, [A] I'll live till [C] I die
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm an old rebel soldier, [Dm] that's just what [C] I am
For your great _ constitution, [A] I don't give [C] a damn
I fit in the Army with Robert E.
Lee
And all you damn Yankees [A] can't reconstruct [C] _ me _
_ I'm an old rebel soldier, [F] I fit [C] in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, [F] I wished I'd [C] killed more
_ _ I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more
I'm an old rebel soldier, I fit in the war
Killed a smart chance of Yankees, I wished I'd killed more _ _ _ _