The Battle Of New Orleans

The Battle of New Orleans - Johnny Horton

Written by：Driftwood/Paul Anka

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

And we caught the bloody British

In the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns

And the British kept on comin'

There wasn't neigh 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 seen the British come

And there must have been

A hundred of beatin' on the drum

They stepped so high

And they made their bugles ring

We stood behind our cotton bales

Didn't say a thing

We fired our guns

And the British kept on comin'

There wasn't neigh 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

'Til we looked 'em in the eyes

We held our fire

'Til we seen their faces well

Then we opened up our squirrel

Guns and really gave 'em well

We fired our guns

And the British kept on comin'

There wasn't neigh 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

Oh down the Mississippi

To the gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon

'Til the barrel melted down

So we grabbed an alligator

And we fought another round

We filled his head with cannonballs

Powered his behind

And when we touched the powder off

The 'gator lost his mind

We fired our guns

And the British kept on comin'

There wasn't neigh 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

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

A down the Mississippi

To the gulf of Mexico

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