Flight Of The Doodles - American Civil War Music (Confederacy)
I come from old Manassas with a pocketful of fun, I killed forty Yankees with a single barreled gun; 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 oughta seen 'em fly!
I saw Old Fuss-and-Feathers Scott, twenty miles away, His horses both stuck up their ears -- you oughta hear 'em neigh; But it don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Old 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 van, She cut down the Yankees almost to a man; Oh! It don't make a niff-a-stiff'rence to neither you nor I, Georgia fought the 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 over DIE!!!!!!