Ballad of Davy Crockett

A barn on a mountain top of Tennessee, Green has stayed in the land of the three, Wazed in the woods, so's a U-Ebri tree, Killed him a bear, when he was only three. Baby, Danny, cock it!

King of the wild frontier, In 1813 the creeks up rose, And in red skin, arrow to the countries' woes, Now, in turn, fighting as something he knows, He showed us his rifle, And how tough it goes Baby, baby, Baby, Crockett The man who don't know fear Off through the woods he's marching along

Making up yards and a singer in a song Looks chinkled, fighting and right and wrong He's ringy as fair and dry as a scong Baby, baby, Baby, Baby, Crockett The bug's been bugging him Muck, muck, muck, muck With the wild frontier When he'd come home his political done The western march had just begun

So he'd pack his gear and his trusty gun And let out, bring him to follow the sun David, David, David, David, David, David Lead in the pioneer He heard of Houston and Austin and so To the Texas plains he just had to go Every time was fighting another foe They needed him at the Allen Mo

The man who don't know beer His land is grassy plains To the mountain, grass keeps ahead of a song He and the test Follow him as legend Into the West Digging the wild frontier King of the wild frontier