Ten Thousand Drums - Carl Smith

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