Robert E. Lee Lyrics

Well if I grew up in the 1800's, I'd probably ride a horse
I'd shoot a long-range rifle of course
And I would fight for the Confederate Army
And I'd be best friends with Robert E. Lee

I'd grow my beard out well just like his
Have me a southern wife and kids
We'd shoot the shit at the floor that we were mannin'
And on the weekends he'd invite me over
To shoot his cannon

Yeah I wish I was best friends with Robert E. Lee
Shootin' guns down in old Dixie
We'd talk about girls and drink wiskey
If I could be best friends with Robert E. Lee

We'd back in force, Sunday supper
We'd exchange war stories with each other
We'd talk about the south, the economy
He said "Hey rich I heard, well cotton's king" Yeah I wish I was best friends with Robert E. Lee
Shootin' guns down in old Dixie
We'd talk about girls and drink wiskey
If I could be best friends with Robert E. Lee

And when its time for us to go home
I'll put on my old gray Confederate uniform
And I'll just try to know my faith in men
And I'll be yellin', oh, "The South Will Rise Again!"

Yeah I wish I was best friends with Robert E. Lee
Shootin' guns down in old Dixie
We'd talk about girls and drink wiskey
If I could be best friends with Robert E. Lee

Yeah I wish I was best friends with Robert E. Lee
Shootin' guns down in old Dixie
We'd talk about girls and drink wiskey
If I could be best friends with Robert E. Lee

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