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CARL SMITH Miscellaneous Ten Thousand Drums (1959) Waiting, waiting for the red coats to come When all I can here in my frozen ear Is ten thousand drums, ten thousand drums Johnny, Johnny don’t be afraid We can whip those red coats Sitting in the shade, sitting in the shade We’ve got the best in all the rest in General Washington And when we meet those red coats, watch those red coats run Throwing down their drum, throwing down their drum Listen, listen Johnny better get your gun Cause we ain’t putting soldiers Behind ten thousand drums, behind ten thousand drums Running, running Johnny watch them run We finally whipped that red coat Finally stopped those drums, we stopped ten thousand drums We’re the best of all the rest, us Yankee son of a guns We can tell our mammy how we made them run Throwing down their drum, throwing down their drum We’re the best of all the rest, us Yankee son of a guns We can tell our mammy how we made them run Throwing down their drum, throwing down their drum Ten thousand drums |
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