I’ve been pondering this whole question of whether I could write a song that fit the instrumentation of Dixieland, since that seems to be the crux, the trumpet or cornet leads.along with trombone and clarinet.

I don’t know whether I want to engage with the relative subject matter as that way lies madness. They had firing squads at the early part of the twentieth century so it’s fair game.

Firing squad

I must get the musket that goes with that sign
You'll soon find yourselves in the firing line
Even the smallest trifle will bring you in front of those rifles
You're facing a firing squad

You know those guns aren't set to stun
Even the best shots come undone
There's no more scope for hope against dope
Relatives are left to cope
After the firing squad