Flight of Doodles

Lyrics
I come from old Manassas with a pocket full of fun I killed 40 Yankees with single barrel gun But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I Big Yankee, little Yankee all run or die I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run They fought like the devil when the battle first begun But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I They took to their heels boys you ought to see em fly I saw old fuss and feathers, Scott 20 miles away His horses both stuck up their ears, you ought to hear them neigh But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I Scott fled like the devil boys, root hog or die I saw old Virginia standing firm and true She fought mighty hard to whip a mighty dirty crew Oh it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I Old Virginia's blood and thunder, root hog or die I saw old Georgia, the next in the band She cut down the Yankee soldiers almost to a man Oh it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I Georgia fights a fight boys, root hog or die I saw Alabama in the middle of the storm She stood like a giant in the contest so warm Oh it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I Alabama fought the Yankees, root hog or die
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Credits
- Producers
- Tennessee Ernie Ford