Ballad of Davy Crockett

Davey, Davey Packett, the king of the wild frontier. Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, the greenest date in the land of the free. Raised in the woods, so he knew how to tree, and killed him a bar when he was only three.

Davey, Davey Packett, the king of the wild frontier. He fought single-handed through the engine, war till the Greeks was whipped, and peace was a store. And while he was handling this risky chore, he made himself a legend forever more.

Davey, Davey Quackett, the king of the wild frontier. When he lost his love, his grief was gold. In his heart he wanted to leave it all, and lose his self in the forest tall. But he answered instead his country's call David, David pocket the choice of the whole frontier Even off the congress walk quite a spell

Fixing up the government laws as well Took over Washington so we hear tell And hatched up the crack in the liberty bell David, David pocket serving his country well When he comes home, his politics and done The big western march had just begun He packed up his gear and his plastic gun And let out a grin and to follow the sun

Day me, day me, back it, believe in our pioneer His land is biggest, and his land is best From the grassy plains, through the mountains He's ahead of us all, a meet in the test, and following his legend right into the worst.

Day be, day be pocket the king of the wild fronting