When you’re violently scared to disrespect thee
The one, the only, “Old Hickory”
You toughen up
And join the cause
To defeat those who have broken
Forbidden laws

He continued to recruit
A group that he could steer
Most of these fearless men
Joined outta fear

We marched to New Orleans
The odds are 1 to 3
But the British had disrespected
Thee “Old Hickory”

We won that day
After we set the sky ablaze
It makes me really miss
The “Old Hickory” days.

We started the march back to Tennessee
We had plans
To celebrate our victory
Through a land
Shrouded in mystery

We faced many trials
On our journey home
But never once
Did we bicker or moan
We made it through dangerous territory
It was a sight to see
By the leadership
Of “Old Hickory”