Letras: Horton Johnny. Battle Of New Orleans.
Battle Of New Orleans
In 1814 we took a little trip, Along with Col. Jackson
down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon, and
we took a little beans. And we met the bloody British near
the town of New Orleans.
Chorus I
We looked down the river and we seen the British come,
An there must have been a hundred of them beatin on the drum.
They stepped so high & they made their bugles ring, we
stood beside our cotton bails & didn't say a thing.
Chorus I
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise if we didn't
fire our muskets 'til we looked them in the eye.
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well, then we
opened up our squirrel guns & really gave 'em WELL....
Chorus I
Chorus II
They ran thru the briars and they ran thru the brambles and
they ran thru the bushes where a rabbit wouldn't go.
They ran so fast the the hounds couldn't catch 'em on down
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down, then we grabbed
an alligator & we fought another round. We filled his head with
cannon balls, & powered his behind 'n when we touched the
powder off the gator lost his mind.
Chorus I
Chorus II
In 1814 we took a little trip, Along with Col. Jackson
down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon, and
we took a little beans. And we met the bloody British near
the town of New Orleans.
Chorus I
We looked down the river and we seen the British come,
An there must have been a hundred of them beatin on the drum.
They stepped so high & they made their bugles ring, we
stood beside our cotton bails & didn't say a thing.
Chorus I
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise if we didn't
fire our muskets 'til we looked them in the eye.
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well, then we
opened up our squirrel guns & really gave 'em WELL....
Chorus I
Chorus II
They ran thru the briars and they ran thru the brambles and
they ran thru the bushes where a rabbit wouldn't go.
They ran so fast the the hounds couldn't catch 'em on down
the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down, then we grabbed
an alligator & we fought another round. We filled his head with
cannon balls, & powered his behind 'n when we touched the
powder off the gator lost his mind.
Chorus I
Chorus II
Horton, Johnny
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