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 the bloody British near the town of New Orleans We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' There wasn't night 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 looked down the river and we seed the British come And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drums They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring While we stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing We fired our guns... [ harmonica ] Old Hickory said we'd 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 squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell 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 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 took the powder off the gator lost his mind We fired our guns... We fired our guns...
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We looked down the river and we seed the British come And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drums They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring While we stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing We fired our guns... [ harmonica ] Old Hickory said we'd 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 squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell 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 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 took the powder off the gator lost his mind We fired our guns... We fired our guns...
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