Battle Of New Orleans Chords

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 WGell, in 18 and 14, we toCok a little trip

 ADlong with Colonel Jackson down the migGhty Missisip

 WGe took a little bacon and we tooCk a little beans

 ADnd we met the bloody British Gin the town of New Orleans

 WGe fired our guns and the BritishD kept a coGmin'

 TDhere wasGn't nigh as many as there was a while ago

 WDe fired oGnce more and they began a running

 DDown the GMississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street

And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte;

He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee,

And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea.

Well the French told Andrew, "You had better run

For Packenham's a=comin' with a bullet in his gun."

Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn

He's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham.

Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British come

And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum

They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring

While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise

If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes

We held our fire till we seed their face well

Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well..

Well 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 till the barrels melted down

So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round

We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind

And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind

They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats

And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.

They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out

And they said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.

Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants

And we danced all night with the pretty girls from France;

We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charms

And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.

Well, the guide who brung the British from the sea

Come a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be,

He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham

Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."

Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be content

Till we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.

And every time we think about the bacon and the beans

We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.