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Lonnie Donegan
Lonnie Donegan
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Jimmie Driftwood
Jimmie Driftwood
Songwriter

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In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Pakenham down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we fought the bloomin' British in a town in 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
Well, we fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, we looked down the river till we see the British come
There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood beside our cotton bales and never say'd 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 to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, Pakenham said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eye
Then we stood quite still till we see'd their faces well
And 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
Yeah, and when we fired once more they began to runnin'
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
On 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
Well, we fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, we fired our muskets till the barrels melted down
Then grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
Well, we stuffed his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And 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
Fired once more and they began to runnin'
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
Written by: Jimmy Driftwood
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