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