Pete Seeger - The Battle Of New Orleans Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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Standard guitar tuning:
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No capo
GIn 18 & 14 we Ctook a little trip DAlong with Col. Jackson down Gthe mighty Mississip' GWe took a little bacon & Cwe took a little beans DAnd we met the bloddy British Gnear the town of New Orleans

Chorus 1

GWe fired our guns & the British kept a-comin' GThere wasn't nigh as many as they Dwas a while agGo GWe fired once more & they commenced a-runnin' GOn down the MIssissippio to the DGulf of MexicGo Well I see'd Marse Jackson a-walkin' down the street And a-talking to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte He gave Jean a drink that he'd brung from Tennessee And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea Well the French told Andrew "You had better run 'Cuz Packenham's a-comin' with a bullet in his gun" Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn He's gonna whip the britches off of Col. Packenham We looked down the river & we seed the British come There must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum They stepped so high & they made their bugles ring While we stood beside our cotton bales & didn't say a thing Old Hick'ry said we'd take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes We held our fire til we seed their faces well Then we opened up our squirrel guns & really gave 'em Hell

Chorus 2

(same chords as first chorus) ***for Driftwood version, play chorus 1 here instead***** Well they ran thru the briars & they ran thru the brambles And they ran thru the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'e On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico They lost their pants & their pretty shiny coats And their tails wer all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats They ran down the river til their tongues were hangin' out And they said they got a lickin' which there wasn't any doubt Well we went back to town in our dirty ragged pants And we danced all night with them pretty firls 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 Well the guide who brung the British from the sea Came a-limpin' into camp just as sick as he could be He said the dyin' words of Col. Packenham Was "You'd better quit foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam' replace the previous 2 verses with this one for Jimmy Driftwood version *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 cannon balls and powdered his behind, * *and when they tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind * Well we'll march back home but we'll never be content Until we make Old Hickory the People's President And every time we think about the bacon & the beans We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans BATTLE OF KOOKAMONGA Homer & Jethro There is a falsetto voice which is designated by F In nineteen and fifty-nine we took a little hike With our scout master down to Lake Oneeganite We took a little pizza and we took some saurkrauts And we marched along together till we heard the girl scouts

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We're the boys from Camp Kookamonga Our mothers sent us here for to study nature's ways We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together But if we catch the girls then we'll set the woods ablaze F: And I was mad because me mother sent me up here ha-ha-ha Well we crept up to the water and we see the girls a-swimmin There musta been a hundred of them pretty young women They looked so fine even birds forgot to sing We lay down in the poison oak and didn't say a thing

Chorus

F: Hey will one of you fellas scratch my back? Well our counselor said we could take them by surprise If we didn't say a word till we looked them in the eyes We kept real still and we had our eyes aglued We saw how they were dressed they were swimming in the Welll now...

Chorus

Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast even we couldn't catch them And we can even hike all the way to Buffalo F: Hey fellas wait for me Well we ran right after them till everyone was pooped So we rested for a moment and our forces we regrouped Then we saw the girls behind some evergreens Captured by a company of United States Marines

Chorus

F: Aww those big guys get everything Well they ran through the briars an they ran through the brambles They ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go They ran so fast even we couldn't catch them And we can even hike all the way to Buffalo FALSETTO CHORUS: A-rootie-toot-toot A-rootie-toot-toot Ah we are the boys from the boy scout troop We don't smoke and we don't chew And we don't go with the girls that do

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