IN EIGHTEENFORTEEN WE TOOK A LITTLE TRIP
ALONG WITH COLONEL JACKSON DOWN THE MIGHTY MISSISSIP`
WE TOOK A LITTLE BACON AND WE TOOK A LITTLE BEANS
AND WE FOUGHT THE BLOODY BRITISH
IN THE TOWN OF NEW ORLEANS
WE FIRED OUR GUNSAND THE BRITISH KEPT A-COMING
BUT THERE WASN`T NIGH AS MANYAS THERE WAS A WHILE AGO
WE FIRED ONCE MORE AND THEY BEGAN TO RUNNING
DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI TO THE GULF OF MEXICO
WE LOOKED DOWN THE RIVER TILL WE SAW THE BRITISH COME
THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A HUNDRED OF THEM BEATING ON A DRUM
THEY STEPPED SO HIGH AND THEY MADE THEIR BUGLES RING
WHILE WE STOOD BESIDE THE COTTON BOLESAND DID`NT SAY A THING
WE FIERD OUR GUNS ...
OLD HICKORY SAID WE COULD TAKE EM BY SURPRISE
IF WE DIDN`T FIRE OUR MUSKETSTILL WE LOOKED THEM IN THE EYES
WE HELD OUR FIRE `TLL WE SEEN THEIR FACES WELL
THEN WE OPENED UP OUR SQUIRREL GUNS
AND WE REALLY GAVE EM WELL.
WE FIRED OUR GUNS ...
WELL THEY RUN THROUGH THE BRIARSAND THEY RUN THROUGH THE BRAMBLES
AND THEY RAN THROUGH BUSHESWHERE A RABBIT COULDN`T GO
THEY RAN SO FAST THAT THE HOUNDS COULD`NT CATCH EM
DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI TO THE GULF OF MEXICO
WE FIRED OUR CANNON `TILL THE BARREL MELTED DOWN
THEN WE GRABBED AN ALLIGATORAND WE FOUGHT ANOTHER ROUNDWE FILLED HIS HEAD WITH CONNON BALLSAND POWERED HIS BEHINDAND WHEN WE TOUCHED THE POWDER OFF
THE `GATOR LOST HIS MIND
