| In 1814 we took a little trip
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| Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
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| We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
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| And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
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| We fired our guns and the British kept a’coming
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| There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
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| We fired once more and they began to running on
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| Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| We looked down the river and we see’d the British come
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| And there must have been a hundred of’em beating on the drum
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| They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring
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| We stood by our cotton bales and didn’t say a thing
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| Old Hickory said we could take them by surprise
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| If we didn’t fire our muskets until we looked them in the eye
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| We held our fire until we see’d their faces well
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| Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave them … well
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| Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
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| And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go
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| They ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch them
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| Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| We fired our cannon until the barrel melted down
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| So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
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| We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
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| And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind
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| Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
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| And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go
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| They ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch them
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| Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |