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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Royal Guardsmen
The Royal Guardsmen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmie Driftwood
Jimmie Driftwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Gernhard
Phil Gernhard
Producer
John R. Brumage
John R. Brumage
Recording Engineer

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 in the town of New Orleans
Fired our guns, and the British kept a-comin'
Wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago
Fired once more, and they begin a-runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, we run down the river, and we see the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on a drum
Stepped so high, and they made their bugles ring
Stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Fired our guns, and the British kept a-comin'
Wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago
Fired once more, and they begin a-runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hick'ry said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye
Held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em well
Fired our guns, and the British kept a-comin'
Wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago
Fired once more, and they begin a-runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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 the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, we fired our cannons 'til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator, and we fought another round
Filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind
Fired our guns, and the British kept a-comin'
Wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago
Fired once more, and they begin a-runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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 the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
(Hup, two, three, four) Sound off
(Hup, two, three, four)
(Hup, two, three, four)
(Hup, two, three, four)
(Hup, two, three)
Written by: Jimmy Driftwood
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