| Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
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| Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
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| We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
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| And we met up with the British in the town of New Orleans
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| We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
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| There wasn’t neigh as many as there was a while ago
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| We fired once more and they began to runnin'
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| Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| We seen Morse Jackson a walkin' down the street
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| And a talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafette
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| He gave Jean a drink that he brought from Tennessee
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| And the pirate said he’d help us drive the British in the sea
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| The French said Andrew you’d better run
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| For Pakenham’s a comin' with a bullet in his gun
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| Old Hickory said that we didn’t give a damn
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| He was gonna whip the britches off of General Pakenham
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| We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
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| There wasn’t neigh as many as there was a while ago
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| We fired once more and they began to runnin'
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| Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| Well, we fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
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| Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
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| We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
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| And when we shot the powder off the 'gator lost his mind
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| They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
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| And their tails were always showin' like a bunch of billy goats
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| They ran down the river with their tongues a hangin' out
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| And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn’t any doubt
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| We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
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| There wasn’t neigh as many as there was a while ago
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| We fired once more and they began to runnin'
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| Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| We marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
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| And we danced all night with them pretty girls from France
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| We couldn’t understand them but they had the sweetest charms
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| And we understood them better when we got them in our arms
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| We’ll march back home but we’ll never be content
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| Till we make Old Hickory the people’s President
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| And every time we think about the bacon and the beans
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| We’ll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans
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| Well, 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 'em
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico… |