The battle of new orleans-artist: johnny horton-the # 21 song of the 1955-1959 rock era-was # 1 for weeks in 1959-words and music by jimmy driftwoodin 1814 we took a little tripalong with colonel jackson down the mighty mississipwe took a little bacon and we took a little beansand we caught the bloody british in the town of new orleanswe fired our guns and the british kept aand'cominand'there wasnand't nigh as many as there was a while agowe fired once more and they began to runninand'on down the mississippi to the gulf of mexicowe looked down the river and we seed the british comeand there must have been a hundred of and'em beatinand' on the drumthey stepped so high and they made their bugles ringwe stood behind our cotton bales and didnand't say a thingwe fired our guns and the british kept aand'cominand'there wasnand't nigh as many as there was a while agowe fired once more and they began to runninand'on down the mississippi to the gulf of mexicoold hickory said we could take and'em by surpriseif we didnand't fire our muskets till we looked and'em in the eyeswe held our fire till we seed their faces wellthen we opened up our squirrel guns and gave and'em ..well....we......fired our guns and the british kept aand'cominand'there wasnand't nigh as many as there was a while agowe fired once more and they began to runninand'on down the mississippi to the gulf of mexicoyeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the bramblesand they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldnand't gothey ran so fast that the hounds couldnand't catch and'emon down the mississippi to the gulf of mexicowe fired our cannon till the barrel melted downso we grabbed an alligator and we fought another roundwe filled his head with cannonballs and'nand' powdered his behindand when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mindwe fired our guns and the british kept aand'cominand'there wasnand't nigh as many as there was a while agowe fired once more and they began to runninand'on down the mississippi to the gulf of mexicoyeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the bramblesand they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldnand't gothey ran so fast that the hounds couldnand't catch and'emon down the mississippi to the gulf of mexicospoken taghut, hut, three, foursound off, three, fourhut, hut, three, foursound off, three, fourhut, hut, three, fourtranscribed by ronald e. hontzronhontz@worldnet.att.net
