Sittin' Up Drinkin' with Robert E. Lee lyrics

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

He was a man with determination, he was a man from the South

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

He said "Son, I've got many stories to tell

Ulysses S. Grant can kiss my ass and go to hell"

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, bro

• Artist:Rebel Son
• Album:Articles of Confederation