The Ballad of Davy Crockett

Baby, David Crockett, the king of the wild frontier Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Green as stayed in the land of the free Raised in the woods so as he knew every tree Killed him a bar when he was only three Baby, David Crockett, serving his country well When he come home his ball of dick and done

The big western march had just begun So we packed his gear and his trusty gun And lit out a grin and to follow the sun Baby, they're cracking, leading the pyro near His land is biggest and his land is best From grassy plains to the mud and crest He's ahead of us all

I'm meeting the test Following this legend right in the West baby King of the wild run King of the wild