In 1814, we took a little trip
along with Colonel Jackson
down the mighty Mississippi.
We took a little bacon
and we took a little beans
and we met the bloody British
near the town of New Orleans.
We fired our guns
and the British kept on coming.
There wasn't as many
as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and
they began to run.
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We looked down the river
and we see the British coming
There must have been a hundred
of them beating on the drums
They stepped so high
and they made their bugles ring
While we stood beside our cotton bales
and didn't say a thing
We fired our guns
and the British kept a coming
There wasn't as many as
there was a while ago
We fired once more and
they began to run
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
Old Hickory said we'd
take them by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket
till we looked them in the eyes
We held our fire
till we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up the squirrel guns
and really
Well, they ran through the briars
and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
that the hounds couldn't catch them
Down from Mississippi to
the Gulf of Mexico
We fired our cannon
till the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator
and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs
and powdered his behind
When we touched the powder
off the gator lost his mind
We fired our guns
and the British kept a coming
There wasn't as many as
there was a while ago
We fired once more and
they began to run it
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We fired our guns
and the British kept a coming
There wasn't as many as
there was a while ago
We fired once more and
they began to run it
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico