Flight Of Doodles

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