C.w. Mccall - The Battle Of New Orleans lyrics

Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip Along with colonel jackson down the mighty mississip We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody british at the town of new orleans. [chorus] We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they all began a-runnin' Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico Well we eye-balled the river and we see the limeys come Musta been a hunnert of 'em beatin' on a drum And then they stepped so high and they made the bugles ring We hid behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing [chorus] We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they all began a-runnin' Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico Now, old hickory says we can take 'em by surprise If we don't shoot our wads 'til we look 'em in the eyes So we held off our fire 'til we see them real well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell [chorus] We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they all began a-runnin' Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico [the chorus (the singers) sings this verse.] Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't go Ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico. [back to c.w.] Well, we fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we turned his tail around We stuffed his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind And when we lit the fuse that old gator blew his mind [chorus] We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin' There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they all began a-runnin' Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico [the chorus (the singers) sings this verse.] Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't go Ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico. [okay, the singing's over.] Hup, hip, trip, four. You know, you old boys gonna be marchin' right smart, onced* you learn to count to four.