Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battle of New Orleans, artist - Johnny Horton.
Date of issue: 05.03.2017
Song language: English
Battle of New Orleans |
In 1814 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 caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans |
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' |
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago |
We fired once more and they begin to runnin' |
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |
(One-two-three, with a-one-two-three) |
We looked down a river |
(Hut-two) |
And we see’d the British come |
(Three-four) |
And there must have been a hundred of’em |
(Hut-two) |
Beatin' on the drums |
(Three-four) |
They stepped so high |
(Hut-two) |
And they made their bugles ring |
(Three-four) |
We stood by our cotton bales |
(Hut-two) |
And didn’t say a thing |
(Two-three-four) |
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' |
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago |
We fired once more and they begin to runnin' |
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise |
(One-hut, two-three-four) |
If we didn’t fire our muskets |
(One-hut, two-three-four) |
'Till we looked 'em in the eye |
(One-hut, two-three-four) |
We held our fire |
(Hut, two-three-four) |
'Till we see’d their faces well |
Then we opened up our squirrel guns |
And really gave 'em — well we |
Fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' |
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago |
We fired once more and they begin to runnin' |
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |
Yeah, they ran through the briars |
(One-hup-two) |
And they ran through the brambles |
(Hup-two-three-four) |
And they ran through the bushes |
(Hup-two) |
Where the rabbit couldn’t go |
(Hup-two-three-four) |
They ran so fast |
(Hup-two) |
That the hounds couldn’t catch 'em |
(One-two-three-four) |
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |
(One-two, hup-two-three-four) |
We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down |
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round |
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind |
And when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind |
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin' |
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago |
We fired once more and they begin to runnin' |
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |
Yeah, they ran through the briars |
(Hup-one-two) |
And they ran through the brambles |
(One-two-three-four) |
And they ran through the bushes |
(Hup-two) |
Where the rabbit couldn’t go |
(Hup-two-three-four) |
They ran so fast |
(Hup-two) |
That the hounds couldn’t catch 'em |
(One-two-three-four) |
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico |
(One-two, hup-two-three-four) |
Hut-two-three-four |
Sound off, three-four |
Hut-two-three-four |
Sound off, three-four |
Hut-two-three-four |
Hut-two-three-four. |