C.w. Mccall - The Battle Of New Orleans Lyrics
Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little tripAlong with colonel jackson down the mighty mississipWe took a little bacon and we took a little beansAnd we caught the bloody british at the town of new orleans.[chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-cominThere wasnt nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runninDown the mississippi to the gulf of mexicoWell we eye-balled the river and we see the limeys comeMusta been a hunnert of em beatin on a drumAnd then they stepped so high and they made the bugles ringWe hid behind our cotton bales and didnt say a thing[chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-cominThere wasnt nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runninDown the mississippi to the gulf of mexicoNow, old hickory says we can take em by surpriseIf we dont shoot our wads til we look em in the eyesSo we held off our fire til we see them real wellThen we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em hell[chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-cominThere wasnt nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runninDown 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 bramblesAnd they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldnt goRan so fast that the hounds couldnt catch emDown the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.[back to c.w.]Well, we fired our cannon til the barrel melted downSo we grabbed an alligator and we turned his tail aroundWe stuffed his head with cannon balls and powdered his behindAnd when we lit the fuse that old gator blew his mind[chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-cominThere wasnt nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runninDown 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 bramblesAnd they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldnt goRan so fast that the hounds couldnt catch emDown the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.[okay, the singings over.]Hup, hip, trip, four.You know, you old boys gonna be marchin right smart, onced* you learn to count to four.
