"Battle of New Orleans" Lyrics

(Jimmie Driftwood)

In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
We caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nare as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we see the British come
There must've been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drums
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bails and didn't say a thing.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nare as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up our guns and really gave 'em well.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nare as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nare as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico...