Artist: roy drusky
Song: battle of new orleans
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
We fought 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 seed the British come
There must've been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drums
They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring
We stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing
(We fired our guns...
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 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 as the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico)
Well 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 and powdered his behind
And when we took the powder off the 'gator lost his mind
(We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'...
(Yeah they ran through the briars...
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico)
