Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
Along with colonel jackson down the mighty mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody british at the town of new orleans.

[chorus]
We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin
There wasnt nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they all began a-runnin
Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

Well we eye-balled the river and we see the limeys come
Musta been a hunnert of em beatin on a drum
And then they stepped so high and they made the bugles ring
We hid behind our cotton bales and didnt say a thing

[chorus]
We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin
There wasnt nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they all began a-runnin
Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

Now, old hickory says we can take em by surprise
If we dont shoot our wads til we look em in the eyes
So we held off our fire til we see them real well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em hell

[chorus]
We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin
There wasnt nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they all began a-runnin
Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

[the chorus (the singers) sings this verse.]
Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldnt go
Ran so fast that the hounds couldnt catch em
Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

[back to c.w.]
Well, we fired our cannon til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we turned his tail around
We stuffed his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind
And when we lit the fuse that old gator blew his mind

[chorus]
We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin
There wasnt nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they all began a-runnin
Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

[the chorus (the singers) sings this verse.]
Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldnt go
Ran so fast that the hounds couldnt catch em
Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

[okay, the singings over.]
Hup, hip, trip, four.
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