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The Battle Of New Orleans
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Royal Guardsmen
The Royal Guardsmen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmie Driftwood
Jimmie Driftwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Gernhard
Phil Gernhard
Producer
John R. Brumage
John R. Brumage
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Driftwood Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we put the bloody British in the town of New Orleans. 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 Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Well, we run down the river and we seed the British come And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring Still we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. 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 Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes We held our fire till we seed their faces well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em 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 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 a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Well, we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind. 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 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 a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
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