I think it was watching mad tv on TNN last night… the same CD had convoy and other ‘storytelling’ songs. 🙂
Music and lyrics by Jimmy Driftwood
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.
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 began to runnin’ on
down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico.
We looked down the river
and we seed the British come.
And there must have been a hundred
of’em beatin’ on the drum.
They stepped so high and
they made the bugles ring.
We stood by our cotton bales
and didn’t say a thing.
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 began to runnin’ on
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 eye
We held our fire til
we seed their faces well.
then we opened up with 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 began to runnin’ on
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 that the hounds
couldn’t catch ’em on
down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired our cannon til
the barrel melted down.
So 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.
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 began to runnin’ on
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 that the hounds
couldn’t catch ’em on
down the Mississippi
to the Gulf of Mexico.
Hup 2, 3, 4. Sound off 3, 4…. Hup 2, 3, 4.
Sound off 3, 4…. Hup 2, 3, 4