The Battle of New Orleans   (arr. J. Driftwood)   Johnny Horton   Pop Chart # 1 Apr. 27, 1959   Album: 16 Biggest Hits   Columbia Legacy Records CK 69971   Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com            (banjo intro)      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 a town in 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 begin to runnin'    On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico   (One-two-three, with a-one-two-three)      We looked down a river    (Hut-two)   And we see'd the British come   (Three-four)   And there must have been a hundred of'em   (Hut-two)   Beatin' on the drums   (Three-four)   They stepped so high   (Hut-two)   And they made their bugles ring   (Three-four)   We stood by our cotton bales   (Hut-two)   And didn't say a thing   (Two-three-four)      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 begin to runnin'    On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico      Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise   (One-hut, two-three-four)   If we didn't fire our muskets   (One-hut, two-three-four)   'Till we looked 'em in the eye   (One-hut, two-three-four)   We held our fire   (Hut, two-three-four)   'Till we see'd their faces well   Then we opened up our 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 begin to runnin'    On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico      Yeah, they ran through the briars    (One-hup-two)   And they ran through the brambles   (Hup-two-three-four)   And they ran through the bushes   (Hup-two)   Where the rabbit couldn't go   (Hup-two-three-four)   They ran so fast    (Hup-two)   That the hounds couldn't catch 'em   (One-two-three-four)   On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico   (One-two, hup-two-three-four)      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 begin to runnin'    On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico      Yeah, they ran through the briars    (Hup-one-two)   And they ran through the brambles   (One-two-three-four)   And they ran through the bushes   (Hup-two)   Where the rabbit couldn't go   (Hup-two-three-four)   They ran so fast    (Hup-two)   That the hounds couldn't catch 'em   (One-two-three-four)   On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico   (One-two, hup-two-three-four)      Hut-two-three-four   Sound off, three-four   Hut-two-three-four   Sound off, three-four    Hut-two-three-four   Hut-two-three-four.      ~