Eddy Arnold - Battle of New Orleans lyrics

(Jimmie Driftwood) Well, 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 met up with the British in the town of New Orleans. We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We seen Morse Jackson a walkin' down the street And a talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafette He gave Jean a drink that he brought from Tennessee And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British in the sea. The French said Andrew you'd better run For Pakenham's a comin' with a bullet in his gun Old Hickory said that we didn't give a damn He was gonna whip the britches off of General Pakenham. We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Well, we fired our cannon till the barrel melted down Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind And when we shot the powder off the 'gator lost his mind. They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats And their tails were always showin' like a bunch of billy goats They ran down the river with their tongues a hangin' out And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt. We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began to runnin' Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants And we danced all night with them pretty girls from France We couldn't understand them but they had the sweetest charms And we understood them better when we got them in our arms. We'll march back home but we'll never be content Till we make Old Hickory the people's President And every time we think about the bacon and the beans We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans. Well, 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...