(Jimmie Driftwood)

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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

Fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'

Wadn't night 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 looked down the river and we seed the British come

And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drum

Stepped so high and they began to sing

We stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns...

Yeah 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

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 took the powder off the 'gator lost his mind

We fired our guns...

Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles

And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go

Um pa pa pa um pa pa pa on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Whoopie whoopie get in line there boys

We fired our guns...

Yeah they ran through the briars...

Ha ha you can't catch me can't catch me there redcoat