| 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 a town in New Orleans
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| We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
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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 begin to runnin'
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| (One-two-three, with a-one-two-three)
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| We looked down a river
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| (Hut-two)
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| And we see’d the British come
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| (Three-four)
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| And there must have been a hundred of’em
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| (Hut-two)
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| Beatin' on the drums
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| (Three-four)
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| They stepped so high
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| (Hut-two)
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| And they made their bugles ring
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| (Three-four)
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| We stood by our cotton bales
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| (Hut-two)
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| And didn’t say a thing
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| (Two-three-four)
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| We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
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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 begin to runnin'
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
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| (One-hut, two-three-four)
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| If we didn’t fire our muskets
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| (One-hut, two-three-four)
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| 'Till we looked 'em in the eye
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| (One-hut, two-three-four)
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| We held our fire
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| (Hut, two-three-four)
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| 'Till we see’d their faces well
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| Then we opened up our squirrel guns
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| And really gave 'em — well we
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| Fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
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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 begin to runnin'
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| Yeah, they ran through the briars
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| (One-hup-two)
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| And they ran through the brambles
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| (Hup-two-three-four)
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| And they ran through the bushes
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| (Hup-two)
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| Where the rabbit couldn’t go
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| (Hup-two-three-four)
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| They ran so fast
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| (Hup-two)
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| That the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
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| (One-two-three-four)
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| (One-two, hup-two-three-four)
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| We fired our cannon 'til 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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| We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
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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 begin to runnin'
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| Yeah, they ran through the briars
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| (Hup-one-two)
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| And they ran through the brambles
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| (One-two-three-four)
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| And they ran through the bushes
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| (Hup-two)
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| Where the rabbit couldn’t go
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| (Hup-two-three-four)
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| They ran so fast
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| (Hup-two)
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| That the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
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| (One-two-three-four)
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| On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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| (One-two, hup-two-three-four)
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| Hut-two-three-four
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| Sound off, three-four
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| Hut-two-three-four
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| Sound off, three-four
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| Hut-two-three-four
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| Hut-two-three-four. |