In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
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Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
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We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
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And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
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We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
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Wasn't night as many as there was a while ago
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We fired once more and they began to runnin'
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On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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We looked down the river and we seen the British come
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And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drum
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They stepped so high and they began to sing
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We stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing
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We fired our gun...
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Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
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If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes
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We held our fire till we seen their faces well
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Then we opened up our aquirrel guns and really gave 'em hell
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We fired our guns...
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Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
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And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
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They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
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Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
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Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
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We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
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And when we took the powder off the 'gator lost his mind
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We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'...
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Yeah they ran through the briars...
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Battle Of New Orleans
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| Claude King |
