Letras
Taking a trip in my old Chevy, riding through the south I looked up on a hill, and I saw a big white house
I caught a glimpse of a bearded man, polishing his sword
I saw Robert E. Lee outside, sitting on the porch
I pulled up in the yard and saw a cotton field out back
Invited me to sit with him and share a fifth of Jack
Yeah, criss cross bars and thirteen stars blowing in the wind
He said "Save your Confederate money boy, cause the South will rise again"
And Robert E. Lee did not like them northeners one bit
He was a rebel and he knew it and he didn't give a shit
We've been talking about Dixie and how old times used to be
And I've been, sittin' up, drinkin' with Robert E. Lee
We talked about his troops and the rebel infantry
And those thirteen southern states that were living in for me
As he took another swing of his Black label whiskey
He said "That Yankee pride don't mean a damn thing to me"
He spoke about his man and how they always fought so brave
And how they vowed their sacred flag though many lives they gave
He struggled to gain independence for his southern ground
He stood up for his cause and never once did he backed down
And Robert E. Lee did not like them northeners one bit
He was a rebel and he knew it and he didn't give a shit
We've been talking about Dixie and how old times used to be
And I've been, sittin' up, drinkin' with Robert E. Lee
Drink them up
It was two o'clock AM and the fire was getting low
So I thanked him for our talk cause it was time for me to go
While walking to my car I turned to thank him once again
But the lot was bare, there was nothing there but rocks and dirt and sand
Was it my imagination playing with my head
I remember hearing clearly every single word he said
Every movement, every gesture, every tear that his heart shed
His dream is still alive, even though his body's dead
Robert E. Lee's memory lives on in the southern soul
Along with his boys who fought and died out in the cold
Lee was a man with tons of courage, a hero without a doubt