Les Claypool’s Duo De Twang - Battle of New Orleans lyrics

In 1814 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 near
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 begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two-three, with a-one-two-three)
We looked down a river (Hut-two)
And we see'd the British come (Three-four)
And there must have been a hundred of'em
(Hut-two) beatin' on the drums
(Three-four) they stepped so high
(Hut-two) and they made their bugles ring
(Three-four)
We stood beside our cotton bales (Hut-two)
And didn't say a thing (Two-three-four)

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 begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Old Hickory said we could
Take 'em by surprise
(One hut, two-three-four)
If we didn't fire our muskets
(One hut, two-three-four)
'Till we looked 'em in the eye
(One hut, two-three-four) we held our fire
(Hut, two-three-four)
'Till we see'd 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 begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
(One hup-two)
And they ran through the brambles
(Hup-two-three-four)
And they ran through the bushes (Hup-two)
Where the rabbit couldn't go
(Hup-two-three-four) they ran so fast
(Hup-two) that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
(One-two-three-four)
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(One-two, hup-two-three-four)

We fired our cannon 'til
The barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and
We fired another round
We filled his head with cannon 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 begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, they ran through the briars
(Hup-one-two)
And they ran through the brambles
(One-two-three-four)
And they ran through the bushes (Hup-two)
Where the rabbit couldn't go
(Hup-two-three-four) they ran so fast
(Hup-two) that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
(One-two-three-four)
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico