Battle Of New Orleans
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Well in 1 1 we took a little trip
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along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp
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We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
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and we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
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there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a running
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down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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Well I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
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and a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte
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He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee
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and the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea
Well the French told Andrew You had better run
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for Packenham's a-comin' with a bullet in his gun
Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn
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he's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham
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Well we looked down the river and we seed the British come
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and there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum
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They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
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While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
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Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise
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if we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes
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We held our fire till we seed their face well
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then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well
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Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
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and they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch em
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down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down
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so we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
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We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind
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and when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind
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They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
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and their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats
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They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out
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and they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt
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Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
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and we danced all night with the pretty girls from France
We couldn't understand 'em but they had the sweetest charms
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and we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms
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Well the guide who brung the British from the sea
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come a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be
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He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham
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was You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam
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Well we'll march back home but we'll never be content
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till we make Old Hickery the people's president
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans
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we'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans