Из альбома: Dirt, Silver & Gold
In 1814, we took a little trip
'Long with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
Caught the bloody British in the town o' New Orleans
Fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Wasn’t now as many as there was awhile ago
Fired once more and they began a runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Now we looked down the river and seen the British come
Must’ve been a hundred of them beatin' on a drum
Stepping so high they made the bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales and didn’t say a thing
Fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Wasn’t now as many as there was awhile ago
Fired once more and they began a runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
Ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go Ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Woo
Well Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise if we didn’t fire a musket
'til we looked 'em in the eyes
So we held our fire 'til we seen their faces well
Then opened up the squirrel guns and give 'em hell
Fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Wasn’t now as many as there was awhile ago
Fired once more and they began a runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We fired our canon 'til the barrel melted down
Then we grabbed an alligator and we founght another round
Filled his head with canon balls, powered his behind
But when we touched the powder off, the gator blew his mind
Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
Ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go Ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico