Intro:

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Oh, come back, proud Canadians
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To before you had TV,
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No hockey night in Canada,
      D      A
There was no CBC (Oh, my God!).

   D
In 1812, Madison was mad,
           A
He was the president, you know
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Well, he thought he'd tell the British where they ought to go
   D
He thought he'd invade Canada,
   A
He thought that he was tough
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Instead we went to Washington....
    D           A       D
And burned down all his stuff!

                    
Chorus:

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And the White House burned, burned, burned,
    D                    A
And we're the one's that did it!
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It burned, burned, burned,
          D                 A
While the president ran and cried.
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It burned, burned, burned,
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And things were very historical.
  A
And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies
Waa waa waah!
       G      A  D
In the War of 1812!



Verse:

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Now some hillbillies from Kentucky,
A
Dressed in green and red,
G
Left home to fight in Canada,
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But they returned home dead
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It's the only war the Yankees lost, except for Vietnam
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And also the Alamo... and the Bay of... ham.
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The loser was America,
A
The winner was ourselves,
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So join right in and gloat about the War of 1812

Repeat Chorus


Bridge:                

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In 1812, we were just sittin' around,
                                  D             
Mindin' our own business, puttin' crops into the ground.
                                    A
We heard the soldiers coming and we didn't like that sound.
                                    D  
So we took a boat to Washington and burned it to the ground.

            D                                            A
Oh... we... fired our guns, but the Yankees kept-a coming,
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There wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago.
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We fired once more and the Yankees started running,
D
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico, oh, oh....
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They ran through the snow and they ran through the forest,
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They ran through the bushes where the beavers wouldn't go.
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They ran so fast, they forgot to take their culture,
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Back to America, and Gulf and Texaco...oh...oh...oh...


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So, if you go to Washington, its buildings clean and nice,
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Bring a pack of matches, and we'll burn the White House twice!