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