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Battle of new orleans Driftwood Jimmy
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.###From: Chris Hutson## Well,[G] in 18 and 14, we t[C]ook a little trip[D]Along with Colonel Jackson down the mi[G]ghty MissisipWe to[G]ok a little bacon and we to[C]ok a little beansAnd we m[D]et the bloody British in the [G]town of New OrleansWe f[G]ired our guns and the Britis[D]h kept a [G]comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a[D] while a[G]goWe fired once more and they bega[D]n a runn[G]ingDown the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mex[D]icoWell, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the streetAnd 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 runFor Packenham's a=comin' with a bullet in his gun."Old Hickory said he didn't give a damnHe's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham.Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British comeAnd there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drumThey stepped so high and they made their bugles ringWhile we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thingOld Hickory said we could take em by surpriseIf we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyesWe held our fire till we seed their face wellThen we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well..Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the bramblesAnd they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't goThey ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch emDown the Mississippi to the Gulf of MexicoWell we fired our cannons till the barrels melted downSo we grabbed an alligator and we fought another roundWe filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behindAnd when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mindThey lost their pants and their pretty shiny coatsAnd their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging outAnd they said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pantsAnd we danced all night with the pretty girls from France;We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charmsAnd we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.Well, the guide who brung the British from the seaCome a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be,He said the dying words of Colonel PackenhamWas, "You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be contentTill we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.And every time we think about the bacon and the beansWe'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.Chris Hutsonhadeslimo@worldnet.att.netwww.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Underground/2538/index.html"an example from the monkey: the higher he climbs,the more you see of his backside."-Saint Bonaventure
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