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Battle of New Orleans, In 1814

Fun pictures to accompany Johnny Horton’s song. I do not own rights to the song or images. BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS (Written by Jimmy Driftwood) Johnny Horton 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-coming There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more, and they began to running, On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We looked down the river and we see’d the British come and there musta’ been a hundred of ’em beating 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. We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to running, On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Ole Hickory said we could take ’em by surprise If we didn’t fire our muskets ’till we look ’em in the eyes. We held our fire ’til we seen their faces well Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave ’em… Well.. We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to running, On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. Well they ran through the briars, and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit
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From their 1994 album Starlite Walker. Lyrics: I’m scared (I swear) of you In the tunnel In the darkness The darkest walls of blue There’s beasts And there’s men And there’s something on this Earth That comes back again Alpha…Delta…Gamma… Everybody’s smoked. Well you can’t say (you can’t say) That my soul has died away (yay-yay-yay-yeah) No, you can’t say (you can’t say) That my soul has died away (yay-yay-yay-yeah) Well, there’s trouble in the hall And trouble up the stairs There’s trouble, in the trouble, there’s Trouble in the air Well please don’t say (please don’t say) That my soul has died away (yay-yay-yay-yeah) There is a house in New Orleans Not the one you heard about, I’m talkin’ ’bout another house They spoke of gold in the cellar That a Spanish gentleman had left I broke in one hundred years ago With a dagger tucked in my vest Legends of gold, I tried to hold The grey half-light of the hallway at night One…Two…Three…Four…Five… We’re trapped inside the song. Well, we’re trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Where the nights are so long We’re trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Where the nights are so long There’s traps inside us all There’s traps inside us all There’s traps inside us all (And the knife is so tall Knife is so tall, knife is so tall, Knife is so…tall)
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