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Battle Of New Orleans Lyrics - Singles - Horton Johnny

In 1814 we took a little trip 

Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi 

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' 

There wasn't nigh 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 seed the British come 

And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum 

They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring 

We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing 

 

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 began to runnin' 

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico 

 

Old Hickory said we could 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 gave 'em 

Well, 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 began to runnin' 

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico 

 

Yeah they ran through the briers 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 

 

We fired our cannon 'till the barrel melted down 

So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round 

We filled his head with cannonballs 'n' powdered his behind 

And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind 

 

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 began to runnin' 

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico 

 

Yeah they ran through the briers 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 

 

Hut, hut, three, four 

Sound off, three, four 

Hut, hut, three, four 

Sound off, three, four 

Hut, hut, three, four 

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