We fired once more an' they begin to runnin'

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river an' we seed the British comin'

must have been a hundred of them

beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring.

We stood beside our cotton bales an'didn't say a thing.

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 seed their faces well,
Then we opened up our squirrel guns an' really gave 'em ...well!

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 an' we fought another round

We filled his head with cannon balls an' powdered his behind,
An' when they touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind


THE END !!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for finishing it..LOL!

Ok, here's another song titled: "Letters From Home" by John Michael Montgomery.
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My Dear Son, it is almost June,
I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well

Its been dry but they’re calling for rain,
And everything's the same ol’ same in Johnsonville

Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ain’t said too much,
But I’m sure you know he sends his love,
And she goes on,
In a letter from home

I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, and they all laugh,
Like there’s something funny bout’ the way I talk,
When I say: "Mama sends her best y’all."

I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home

My Dearest Love, its almost dawn.
I’ve been lying here all night long wondering where you might be.
I saw your Mama and I showed her the ring.
Man on the television said something so I couldn’t sleep.

But I'll be all right, I'm just missing you.
An' this is me kissing you:
XX's and OO's,
In a letter from home.

I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, and they all laugh,
'Cause she calls me "Honey", but they take it hard,
'Cause I don’t read the good parts.

I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home

Dear Son, I know I ain’t written,
But sittin' here tonight, alone in the kitchen, it occurs to me,
I might not have said, so I’ll say it now:
Son, you make me proud.

I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs,
'Cause there ain't nothing funny when a soldier cries.
An' I just wipe me eyes.

I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.

End of song. Someone else can start a new one if they like. How bout we try something catchy and uplifting? lol

Lyle Lovett
Since The Last Time Somebody Died

I went to a funeral
Lord it made me happy
Seeing all those people
I ain’t seen
Since the last time
Somebody died

Everybody talking
They were telling funny stories
Saying all those things
They ain’t said
Since the last time
Somebody died