Ballad of Davy Crockett Pt. I

Davey D.B. Crockett! Morn on a mountain top and tenons deep The green estate in the land of the freaks Raised in the woods so he knew every tree Killed him a bar when he was only three Davey D.B. Crockett!

King of the wild frontiers! Up through the woods he's a martian along Making up yarns and a singin' a song Itchin' for fightin' and ridin' the wrong He's ringy as a bar and twice as strong Baby, baby, clockin' Fuckin' fuckin' near But single-handed through the engine war Hill, the creeks was whipped and peace was in store

And while he was hammed in this risky chore, he made his self-follegion forevermore. Daisy, Daisy crocket, king of the wild frontier. He give his word and he give his hand that his engine friends could keep their land The rest of his life, he took the stand That justice was due, every red in band

They be taken to Crockett Old and his promise is