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The Battle Of New Orleans

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In 1814 we took a little trip Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans. We fired our guns and the British 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 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 made the bugles ring. We stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing. We fired our guns and the British 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. Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well. Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... well We fired our guns and the British 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 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. 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. We fired our guns and the British 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 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.

Gulf Of Mexico

ALABAMA "Pass It On Down"
Teddy Gentry/Robert Byrne, 3:59 I live to work and work to live Oh but what I wouldn't give For a ray of sun and a little piece of beach Where the sand dollar is the only currency Chorus: I vote we go to the Gulf of Mexico You and me by the sea Palm trees call me, oh that's the place I want to be Down where the southern breezes blow On the Gulf of Mexico Right at five o'clock today I'll pick you up, we'll drive away And I can't wait to feel the sand beneath my toes And I can almost see the sunburn on your nose Repeat chorus Vamos we go... (repeat chorus again) Tag Down where the southern breezes blow On the Gulf of Mexico On the Gulf of Mexico That's the place I want to be Down where the southern breezes blow On the Gulf of Mexico

Missisippi

AFROMAN "Because I Got High"
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.) Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin') to Mississippi. (I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm fittin' to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.) Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi. (You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools back to '82, cuz.) Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing. Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy. All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!) Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl. She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries every time I leave Biloxi But I hops in the Coup, 'cause I gots to go scoop another ho from Tupelo Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again. Hit it in Meridian, make that bitch rub her clit again, pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again. BUCCCOC! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche. Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' my car with a hound dog. Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin' to get my bitch to fuckin' snitch and shit. Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks on the Afroman But I can't be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car. Did you find the gun NO! Did you find the dope NO! Open up the back door. Well, son, you're free to go. A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __ C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis. Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto. Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro. I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all, I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall. Grabbed my guitar and started pickin' a tune for Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby! Just like a shovel I be diggin' all the pretty young women in Wiggins. On the boat, Gulfport, I got my dick down some girl's throat. (BUCCCCOC!) I can't help it, I'm a Crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby. Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol' asses plus titties. Is it a bird Is it a plane It's the hungry hustler, Afroman Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair. I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting plenty panty action. McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home. Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the weed brother, who got the matches (I do.) Who got the funky DJ that scratches (I do.) Depend on me like my name was patches. First it was a black thing, just the big Willies. Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies. Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afroman Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It's a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes. I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens. BUCCCOC! Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. !982, '83, '84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto. Tryin' to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants. Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don't believe we're grown. But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog. Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak). I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking everyday like I'm supposed to. Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river. Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi. Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.

British Intelligence

JAMIE T "Kings & Queens"
British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired This is for the cold concrete sold by the feet Taxed by a man that I'm yet to meet Pay an army, I'm hardly ready to speak Memories start in 93 And [?] came round last week And told me she's sick and tired of women I'm still traveling trains delayed in the rain on a Monday morning Watched by surveillance teams business men live out their dreams And sleep with secretaries In stockrooms over flowed with coffee and machines While we're still riding Trying to find a place where they're not watching Called her up in the end To apologize for being so drunk and stubborn British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired The 501's a selfish son Travel down the inner to the suburban He's lurking, burning cigarettes on We'll be on the bar that his lover works in And, and a legal lay in the end Jessie from the west said marry up quick Get lost in the system With a BCG and a finger print scan [?] Man, I was outside calling a friend Trying to save claim on the money I lent While were still riding Trying to find a place where their not watching Called her up again Identity cards and camera men British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired He said Suzie, would you lose me in trouble? He said Suzie, let's move on the double Would we, please get him in trouble? He said could we, would we get him in trouble? So would you, should we better get him in trouble? Three weeks down and now you've burst you're British Intelligence, they're on your back And they won't catch no one so they won't catch me Three, fours and right up your back And you just got sacked, now your money's not free Taking time has never won enough And three to the four when you're really wired Too much is never enough, now you're fired

Big Bayou

ROD STEWART "A Night On The Town"
I took a long, long trip to the city I was determined to get somewhere I spent all my hard earned money I had saved to put me there Big bayou where did you go To the river that's running slow and to the Gulf of Mexico Big bayou carry me home I took a cotton picking job in Memphis And the people there treated me good But my luck run bad in Nashville I had to walked the streets of Hollywood Big bayou where did you go To the river that's running slow into the Gulf of Mexico Big bayou carry me home Oh Lord I'm going home Where the fish jump in the air You know I don't need a lot of money Cause I ain't going nowhere Big bayou where did you go To the river that's running slow into the Gulf of Mexico Big bayou carry me home Big bayou carry me home To the river that's running slow into the Gulf of Mexico Big bayou where did you go I'm gonna catch a southbound train home one of these days

Tupelo Mississippi Flash

JERRY REED "Nashville Underground"
I'm gonna tell you a story that's all about This job I had one time as a talent scout I had a hard day at the office and the boss wasn't in town The day this hired legged guitar picker just happened to come around Well, he walks into my office with a great big grin And folks that's where my story really begins He said, "Son my name is Boregard Rippy I come to you from Tupelo Mississippi I write songs that'll sing like a bird I play licks on my guitar like you ain't never heard" "But I'm down on my luck, things are just a little slack I gotta quarter in my pocket and a shirt on my back But you buy me some supper, give me a place I can sleep" He said, "I'll sing you some songs That'll knock your head to creak, I got talent boy" Said, "Back home they call me the Tupelo Mississippi Flash" Well, I knew I was in a room with some kind of a nut When he pulled out that pack of used cigarette butts So that's when I told him,'We can't use you today? So I handed the boy a dollar and I sent him on his way Well, the boss got back and we both had a laugh When I told him 'bout the Tupelo Mississippi Flash And pretty soon I had the story circlin' around About this Mississippi nut that we had in our town I said,'Watch him everybody, the boy's squirrely He walks around callin' himself the Tupelo Mississippi Flash? Well, and it happened one day while I was drivin' to my home I just happened to have my car radio on When I heard the jockey ravin' about a brand new smash By a kid called the Tupelo Mississippi Flash Well, I almost wrecked my automobile I went through a red light, I hit the traffic cop, why Well, my story's got an ending and it's short and sweet The boss man he fired me and left me out in the street But I got a new job now and I'm learnin' real fast I'm drivin' the bus for the Tupelo Mississippi Flash And his Cadillac, I'm driving that for him too And that yacht he's got, and his aeroplane Well, chauffeur, so good, I always say Tupelo Mississippi, who ever heard of it, why I'll kill the boy Help him somebody

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