In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip   Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'   We took a little bacon and we took a little beans   And we met the bloody British near the town of New Orleans   We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'   There wasn't night as many as there was a while ago   We fired once more and they began to runnin'   Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico      We looked down the river and we seed the British come   And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drums   They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring   While we stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say a thing   We fired our guns...   [ harmonica ]   Old Hickory said we'd take 'em by surprise   If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes   We held our fire till we seed their faces well   Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell   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   Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico   Well we fired our cannon till the barrel melted down   Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round   We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind   And when we took the powder off the gator lost his mind   We fired our guns...   We fired our guns...