Battle of New Orleans

Lyrics by Jimmy Driftwood, to a traditional tune

(more notes after the lyrics, below)

In eighteen fourteen 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 near the town of New Orleans.

CHORUS:
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.
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.

CHORUS
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye.
We held our fire til we see'd their faces well,
Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave gave 'em, well...

CHORUS
BRIDGE:
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
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

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.

CHORUS
BRIDGE/OUTRO:
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
on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.




Johnny Horton's recording leaves out some of the original song. Commercial recordings had limitations on those days, of what a single record would hold, and what the radio would play.
—Sandra

Some of the background below was lifted straight from a page owned by National Institutes of Health, Department of Health & Human Services, and I would have just linked it, but it has a MIDI of the tune, without words, and it would be better to hear Johnny Horton singing it. (2014 update: It's not there anymore anyway, but still; the history of the song and the quote were from a page at that site.)


About the composer:
Jimmy Driftwood was a high school principal and history teacher who loved to sing, play instruments and write songs. Mr. Driftwood wrote many songs, all for the sole purpose of helping his students learn about this battle and other historical events. But this song turned out to be so popular that it won the 1959 Grammy Award for Song Of The Year (awarded in 1960 for musical accomplishments in 1959). Johnny Horton also won the 1959 Grammy Award for Best Country And Western Performance for his recording of this song. "The Battle of New Orleans," is about a battle in the War of 1812, and it became one of the biggest selling hits of 1959. Students might also be interested to know that there is a movie called "The Buccaneer" about the Battle of New Orleans. It is interesting to reflect on the fact that despite the turbulant early relationship between England and the American colonists, our two countries have long since been strongly united. The words were written to correspond with an old fiddle tune called "The 8th of January," which is the date of the famous "Battle of New Orleans".
Narrative by Jimmy Driftwood:
“After the Battle of New Orleans, which Andrew Jackson won on January the 8th eighteen and fifteen, the boys played the fiddle again that night, only they changed the name of it from the battle of a place in Ireland to the “Eighth of January”. Years passed and in about nineteen and forty-five an Arkansas school teacher slowed the tune down and put words to it and that song is The Battle Of New Orleans and I will try to sing it for you.”


Wikipedia article on the Battle of New Orleans with map, battle diagram, painting, links


Long after this page was created, a recording of the longer version by Jimmy Driftwood has been uploaded, and I can share it. Many more lyrics, which I'll put below.



Well in eighteen and fourteen 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 met the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.
CHORUS:
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin';
But 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.
Well, I see'd Mars Jackson a-walkin down the street
And 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 in the sea.

The French told Andrew, you'd better run,
For Pakenham's a comin' with a bullet in his gun.
Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn,
He's a-gonna whip the britches off o' Colonel Pakenham.
CHORUS
Well, 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
While we stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Old Hickory said we'd take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our musket 'til we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire til we see'd their faces well,
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave gave 'em hell.
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Well, 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
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well we fired our cannon til the barrel melted down,
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with mini-balls and powdered his behind,
And when we tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails were all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats
They run down the river with their tongues a-hangin' out
And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt.
CHORUS
Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night with them pretty girls from France
We couldn't understand 'em but they had the sweetest charms,
And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.

The guide who'd brung the British from the sea
Came a limpin' into camp just as sick as he could be
He said the dyin' words of the Colonel Pakenham
Was "You'd better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
CHORUS
Well we'll march back home but we'll never be content
Till we make Old Hickory the people's President.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans,
We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Well, 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
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
CHORUS

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