Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Performer
Bob Wootton
Electric Guitar
Red Lane
Guitar
Norman Blake
Guitar
Carl Perkins
Electric Guitar
Mark James Morriss
Percussion
W.S. Holland
Drums
Chuck Cochran
Piano
Marshall Grant
Bass
Charlie McCoy
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmie Driftwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larry Butler
Producer
Charlie Bragg
Engineer
Freeman Ramsey
Engineer
Lyrics
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Cournel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
We fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin
Wouldn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
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 began to sing
We stood beside our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
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
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
Well we fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down
And we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannon ball and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind
We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin
Wouldn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
Oh Papapa, papapa, papapa on
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Opa, opa, give them line aboard
Here comes Cournel Jackson
Yea, we fired our guns and the British kept a'comin
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
He-ey, 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
Hahaha You can't catch me
Can't catch me, there redcoat
Writer(s): James Morris
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