Flight Of Doodles - Tennessee Ernie Ford

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