Flight of Doodles Songtext
von Tennessee Ernie Ford

I come from old Manassas with a pocket full of fun
I killed forty 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 twenty miles away
His horses both stuck up their years, 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