Ballad of Davy Crockett

Baby Crockett, baby Crockett, the man who did no feel Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee The greenest state in the land of the free Raised in the woods, so's he knew every tree And killed him of art when he was only three Baby, baby Crockett, the king of the wild frontiers He fought single-handed through the engine war

Till the creeks was ripped and peace wasn't stored And while he was hamming his risky char, he made a self-olegant for evermore. Gaby, Daby, Crockett, the king of the Wild Frontier! When he lost his love, his grief was gone.

In his heart he wanted to leave it all, and lose his self in the forest. All but he answered instead, his country is called. Gaby, Daby, Crockett, the choice of the whole frontier. He talked to Congress and served a spell, fixing up the government laws as well.

Took over Washington so we'd hear tell, attached up the crack in the liberty bell. David, David Crockett, seeing his duty clear. When he come home, his politics can done why the big western march had just begun.

He packed up his gear and his trusty gun and lit out a grin in the fall of the sun. Baby, daily crocodile leading up higher than me And his biggest in his land is best And grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of a saw, a meat in the test And filing his legend right into the west

Baby, daily crocodile, the man who did no fear Baby, daily crocodile, the king of the wild frontier