Ballad of Davy Crockett

David, David Crockett, the king of the wild frontier. Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, the greenest staped in the land of the free, raised in the wood so's a new ever tree, and killed Timbabar when he was only three.

David, David Crockett, the king of the wild frontier. He fought single handed through the engine war, till the creeks was whipped, His whip and peace was a store And while he was handling his risky chore He made his self-legend forevermore They be, they be crockett, King of the wild frontier When it lost his love, his grief was gone

In his heart he wanted to leave it all and lose his self in the forest. Nobody answered in state, his country's called. Davy, Davy Crockett, the choice of the whole frontier. He went off to Congress and served a spell, fixing up the government laws as well.

Took over Washington, so he heared tell, and patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. Davey, Davey Crockett, serving his country well. When he come home, his politics and done Why the big western march should just be gone.

He packed up his gear in his trusty gun And lit out the grin into fall of the sun. Davey, Davey Crockett, leading up by a near. His land is biggest, and his land From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of us all A meat and a test And parlourn is legend

Riding to the west Davy, Davy, Crockett The king of the wild frontier Of ronding