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Well, this here's the story about the Battle of New Orleans Which was fit between the Yankees of course, and them, they're English people In which the British came off rather ignominiously Means they never done no good, no how, alright, now shut up, right Well, in 1814, we took a little trip Along with Colonel Packenham down the mighty Mississippi We took a little bacon, and we took a little bean And we fought the bloomin' British in the town of New Orleans 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 began a running On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico, yeah Well, we looked down the river 'til we see the British come There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring Well, we stood beside our cotton bales and never said a thing Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a comin' And there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began a running On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Ederum-a-ohderum-a-ederum-a-ohderum Well, Packenham said, "We could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire a musket, so we looked 'em in the eyes Well, we stood quite still 'til we see their faces well Then we opened up our muskets and we really gave 'em" Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a comin' And there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago And we fired once more and they began a running On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Well, they ran through the Briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't go They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em All down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a comin' And there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began a running On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Ooh, ah-ha, tiddly-dee Well, we fired our muskets so the barrels melted down Then grabbed an alligator and we fought another round Well, we stuffed his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind Until when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a comin' And there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago We fired once more and they began a running On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Writer(s): Jimmie Driftwood, Traditional Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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