Eddy Arnold

Eddy Arnold - The Battle of New Orleans lyrics

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(Jimmie Driftwood)

Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip

Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'

We took a little bacon and we took a little beans

And we met up with the British in the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't *neigh* nigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they began to runnin'

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We seen *Morse* Mar'se Jackson a walkin' down the street

And a talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafette

He gave Jean a drink that he brought from Tennessee

And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British in the sea.

The French said Andrew you'd better run

For Pakenham's a comin' with a bullet in his gun

Old Hickory said that we he didn't give a damn

He was gonna whip the britches off of General Colonel Pakenham.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they began to runnin'

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we fired our cannon till the barrel melted down

Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round

We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind

And when we shot the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats

And their tails were always showin' like a bunch of billy goats

They ran down the river with their tongues a hangin' out

And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt.

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

There wasn't neigh nigh as many as there was a while ago

We fired once more and they began to runnin'

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants

And we danced all night with them pretty girls from France

We couldn't understand them but they had the sweetest charms

And we understood them better when we got them in our arms.

We'll march back home but we'll never be content

Till we make Old Hickory the people's President

And every time we think about the bacon and the beans

We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.

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 that the hounds couldn't catch 'em

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico...

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