In 1814 we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans We fired our guns and the British kept a comin' But wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago Fired once more and they began a runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico* Oh, we looked down the river and we seen the British come And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum Stepped so high and they make their bugles ring We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing Well they ran through the briars And they ran through the brambles And they 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 ** Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes We kept real still 'til we seed their faces swell We opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em... Repeat * Repeat** We fired our guns 'til the barrels melted down Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought 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 Repeat* Repeat** Repeat*