Lyrics:
'em
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
'em
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
your muskets
We can live without your guns
We can live without your strychnine
We can live without your rum
We can live without your gallows
We can
abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us
musket gun
The birds of the earth
The beasts of the field
By spite and by fury
Are people revealed
Attacked in the village
Spat on in town
They
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Concord?
Looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand
Marching
The past screams injustice on a southern night wind
Whips manacle chains, musket balls
A dark history never forgotten
Only misconception remains
Speak
runnin'
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
fire our muskets 'till we look 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire 'til we seen their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd
And southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got
I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em down no more
But I ain't a-goin' to love
private little fishes
And they'll never swim away
I just want you to be happy
That's my only wish
I'll fix your wagon and your musket
And the spoon
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
(One-hut, two-three-four)
If we didn't fire our muskets
a thing
We fired our gun...
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till
Got a fire high temper, find it hard to chill
I'm a lifetime member, fuck that fuck shit
Me and Jamie versus y'all with a knife and a musket
Now our
fall
Great men chose the Papermate Pen or the State Pen
The firing pin of a pistol aimed at a playpen
We go for musket to a missile to a revelation
to be around some shit
Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit
Real quick to do my justice
Walk the streets and stay close to my musket
Bust this,
found I had been dreaming of the days long, long ago,
And I woke upon Sebastopol, and not in Aherlow
I tried to find my musket, how dark I thought
devils off, headed off, all that
Fuck it, blow trial stat, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice
What, fuck this, adjust, get your musket, and bust
dimes
Savin souls we gone shine, watermelon to the rhine
Chicken wings and musket dimes
Ballin off the laker pines
Shake a nigga, to the nines
Swoop
that I trusted
I bucked her with my musket
Am I really hard to find? Well, here I am
Conjure like the spirits and Ouija's from other lands
Here I am
don't you ever come and talk to me?
I'll concentrate hard on whatever you say
Here comes the musket
With all its brace
I know that it can take
All
Originally performed by Iron Maiden
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're
MacIntosh the gallant sodger
Wi' the Grahams and Gordons gay
They have ta'en the field of honour
Spite of all their chiefs could say
Point the musket Bend
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