We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’...
There wasn’t bout as many as there was a pot of gold, we fired once more and they began a’runnin, on down the Mississippi to the gulf of mexico
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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
There wasn’t bout as many as there was a pot of gold
There wasn’t bout as many as there was a pot of gold
How about, “There wasn’t nar as many as there was a while a go”
Written by Mr. Jimmy Driftwood (”North to Alaska, Sink the Bismarck, The Battle of New Orleans and many other hits- a history teacher by trade).
The lyric is:
We fired our guns and British kept a comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago...
Second chorus: 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.