Yankees A'Loose In The Vieux Carre

 

Saw fire in the sky over Algiers one day

So they gathered in Saint Louie's and knelt to pray

One more dead is one less to save

As the Yankees marched in to the Vieux Carre

 

Ol' Butler come down the river way

With his hand in his pocket and his boots on their graves

Said, One more dead is one less to save

As the Yankees marched in to the Vieux Carre

 

There' Yankees a'loose, Yankees runnin' loose

Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre

Set fire to the fields, send the women away

Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre

 

They came on boats, they came on trains

The more things change, the more they stay the same

Now they're comin' in cars and they're comin' on planes

Yankees all over the Vieux Carre

 

There' Yankees a'loose, Yankees runnin' loose

Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre

Set fire to the fields, send the women away

Yankees a'loose in the Vieux Carre

 

©2005 / Words & Music by Patrick Weathers / Timber Sheik Songs, BMI

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