| I was just a little boy
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| in elementary school
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| English and Math and Science class
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| learning the golden rules
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| I learned how to add and how to subtract
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| and how to multiply and divide
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| I learned about bugs and I learned about plants
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| and I learned how to read and write
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| but my most favorite class of all
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| was the last class of the day
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| when my history teacher would tell us tales
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| of old times long gone away
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| I was amazed at the way she knew all the people
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| and their names and the places and the dates
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| that’s when I first learned about General Lee
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| and his 13 rebel States
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| One day she came to school
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| with a big brown grocery bag
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| she opened it up, we all helped her hold up
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| this great big «X"shaped flag
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| she said class
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| now only a fool will tell you
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| this flag is a symbol of hate
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| It represents the men who fought and died
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| with pride for our Confederate States
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| Your assignment tonight
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| I want you to write
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| I want you to pretend
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| that one of these brave men came back to life
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| now what would you say to him
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| Well the school bell rang
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| and I thought and I thought
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| as the bus carried me across town
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| I got out my pencil and my notebook pad
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| and this is what I wrote down
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| I wrote
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| I’d like to shake your hand
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| for giving your life for Dixieland
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| The next day in History class
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| I put my paper on the teachers desk
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| then she called me up in front of everyone
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| because she said she liked mine the best
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| as i walked up to the head of the class
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| my teacher smiled and she nodded at me
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| then I saw a tear roll down her cheek as I began to read
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| I read
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| I’d like to shake your hand
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| for giving your life for Dixieland
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| Well I was at home reading through the news
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| just the other day
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| when I ran across my old teachers name
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| and I saw where she had passed away
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| with a bitter-sweet smile
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| I looked up at my wall
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| a wrinkled paper in a old wood frame
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| where underneath penciled words almost faded away
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| she had marked a grade big red «A»…plus
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| I’d like to shake your hand
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| for giving your life for Dixieland
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| I wrote
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| Mr. Confederate man
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| I’d like to shake your hand
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| for giving your life for Dixieland
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| Mr. Confederate man |