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 the town of New Orleans

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 the bugles ring
We stood by our cotton bales and didn’t say a thing

Old Hickory said we could take ’em by surprise
If we didn’t fire our muskets ’til we looked ’em in the eye
We stood quite still ’til we see’d their faces well
Then we opened up our musket guns and really gave them 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.

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 began to runnin’ on
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico