Ballad of Davy Crockett

Born on a mountain in Tennessee, Green estate in the land of the free, Raised in the woods so he knew every tree, He killed him of art when he was only three. Baby, baby, Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier!

But single handed through the engine war, Till the creeks was whipped and the peace was in store, And while he was a handling this risky chore, Made his self-allegend for evermore. Baby, David Crockett, the man who doped no fear.

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 tone. But he answered instead, his cutters call. Baby, David Crockett, the choice of the whole fronting.

He went off to Congress and served us well, fixing up the government laws as well. Go over Washington so I'm here to tell, and patched up a crack in the Liberty bill. David, David Crockett, seeing his beauty clear.

When he came home, his father had taken down, while the big western march had just begun. So he packed his gear and his trusty gun, and lit out a grin in to follow the sun.

Baby, David Crockett, lean in the pile near His land is the biggest, his land is the best From grassy plains to the mountain crest He's ahead of a salt and meat in the test And a parlor in his legend right into the west Baby, David Crockett, the king of the wild frontier.

Baby, David Crockett, king of the wild.