There was bleeding on the bayou
There was death in Dixieland
There were former friends, neighbours, colleagues and kin
All dying at each others hands
And the litttle birdies and bunnies were choking
On the stench made by the dead
And the bluegrass hills of Kentucky
Were stained red

Yeah there was blood on the bayou
And they were dead in Dixie

They were butchered on the Blueridge
They were slaughtered in the South
And the bodies were piling up faster
Than the medics could cart the buggers out
They'd never used these kind of weapons
Or fought this kind of war
So over dinner the officers stroked their chins
And wondered why this never happened before

Yeah there was blood on the bayou
And they were dead in Dixie

And many women lost their husbands
And many mothers lost their sons
And many children lost their fathers
Still the sound of the weeping wouldn't drown out the guns
And the fields that had been baked hard as asphalt
Were now a bloody sludge
As the armies of Ulysses and Robert E Lee
Butchered each other in the hot Southern sun

Yeah there was blood on the bayou
And they were dead in Dixie