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*