Biografía:
James Corbitt Morris — better known as Jimmy Driftwood or Jimmie Driftwood; was a prolific United States folk songwriter and musician, most famous for his songs The Battle of New Orleans and Tennessee Stud.
Driftwood was born in Mountain View, Arkansas on 20 June 1907. Driftwood's father was folk singer Neil Morris. Driftwood learned to play guitar at a young age on his grandfather's homemade instrument. Driftwood used the unique guitar throughout his career and noted that its neck was made from a fence rail
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
G C
Well in 1 and 1 we took a little trip
D G
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip
G C
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
D G
And we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
CHORUS
G D G
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
D G
We fired once more and they began a running
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well I seed Marse Jackson come 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 to the sea
Chorus
Well the French told Andrew You had better run
For Packenham's a-comin' with a bullet in his gun
Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn
He's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham
Chorus
Well we looked down the river and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Chorus
Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their face well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well
Chorus 2
G D G
Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
G D G
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind
Chorus 2
They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats
They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt
Chorus 2
Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night with the 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
Chorus 2
Well the guide who brung the British from the sea
Come a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be
He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam
Chorus 2
Well we'll march back home but we'll never be content
Till we make Old Hick'ry 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
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