Battle Of New Orleans Lyrics - Singles - Claude King

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 a comin' 

Wasn't night 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've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drum 

They stepped so high and they began to sing 

We stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing 

We fired our gun... 

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise 

If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes 

We held our fire till we seen their faces well 

Then we opened up our aquirrel guns and really gave 'em hell 

We fired our guns... 

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