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As I was walking down the street,
Down the street, down the street,
A pretty little gal I chanced to meet,
Oh, she was fair to see.

Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight

I am a good old rebel, that is just what I am
For this fair land of freedom I do not care a damn
I'm glad I fought against it but I only wished I'd won
And I don't want a pardon for anything I've done

I hate the constitution, this great republic too!
I hate the Freedman's Bureau in uniforms so blue!
I hate the nasty eagle with all the brag and fuss

I'll place my knapsack on my back
my rifle on my shoulder
I'll march away to the firing line and kill that yankee soldier
I'll kill that yankee soldier
I'll march away to the firing line and kill that yankee soldier

I'll bid farewell to my wife and child
Farewell to my aged mother

Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train
`til so much cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of `65, we were hungry, just barely alive
I took the train to Richmond that fell
It was a time I remember, oh, so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringin`