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September 17, 2005

The Battle of New Orleans

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THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS
(after lyrics by Jimmy Driftwood, sung by Lonnie Donegan)

In August '05 we took a little trip
Volunteers and Guardsmen down the mighty Mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody looters in the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the looters kept a'comin.
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.

We coudn't see no cops and we couldn't see no mayor But we saw their badges lying where they threw 'em in the sewer We passed by Governor Blanco and the victims on the roofs We saw all the results of the politicians' goofs

We fired our guns and the looters kept a'comin.
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.

Our leaders said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets til we looked 'em in the eyes We held our fire til we seen their faces well.
Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em... well.

We fired our guns and the looters kept a'comin.
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 flood and they ran through the levees Slipping on the badges of the cops—a—while—ago.
They ran so fast that the media couldn't catch 'em on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

The hurricane had left the Crescent City in a mess We need now Mayor Rudy 'cause he leads us through the stress.
He'll clear away the sludge and rebuild the shattered dreams And run for President from the town of New Orleans

We fired our guns and the looters kept a'comin.
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 flood and they ran o'er the levees Tripping on the badges of the cops—a—while—ago.
They ran so fast that the media couldn't catch 'em.
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Christopher Chantrill 9 05 05