| G | C | |
| In Eighteen-Fourteen we | took aà little trip, |
| D7 | G | |
| A- | long with Colonel Jackson down the | mighty Mississip' |
| C | |
| We took a little bacon and we | took a little beans, |
| D7 | G | |
| And we | caught the bloody British in the | town of New Orleans. |
| Chorus 1>>> |
| G | |
| We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin, |
| D7 | G | |
| But, there wasn't nigh as many as there | was a while a- | go. |
| We fired once more and they began to runnin' |
| D7 | G | |
| On down the Mississippi to the | Gulf Of Mexi- | co. |
| We looked down the river and we see'd the British come. |
| And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum. |
| They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring, |
| We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. |
| Repeat 1st Chorus>>> |
| Ol Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise, |
| If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes. |
| We held our fire till we see'd their faces well, |
| Then, we opened ouir squirrel guns and really gave 'em....well, |
| Chorus 2>>> |
| Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles, |
| D7 | G | |
| And they ran through the bushes where a | rabbit couldn't | go. |
| They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em, |
| D7 | G | |
| On down the Mississippi to the | Gulf Of Mexic- | o. |
| We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down. |
| So, we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round. |
| We filled his head with cannonballs and powdered his behind, |
| And when we set the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind. |
| Repeat Both Choruses>>> |