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| Born on a mountain top in | Tennes- | see |
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| Greenest state in the | Land of the Free |
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| Raised in the woods so's he | knew ev'ry | tree |
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| Kilt him a b'ar when he was only | three. |
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| Davy, | Davy | Crockett, King of the | wild front- | ier! |
| ln eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose |
| Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes |
| Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows |
| So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! |
| Off through the woods he's a marchin' along |
| Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song |
| Itchin' for fightin' an' rightin' a wrong |
| He's ringy as a b'ar an twict as strong. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The buckskin buccaneer! |
| Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name |
| His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame |
| Them redskin varmints us volunteers 'll tame |
| 'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The champion of us all! |
| Headed back to war from the ol' home place |
| But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase |
| Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace |
| South to the swamps on the Florida Trace. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Trackin' the redskins down! |
| Fought single-handed through the Injun War |
| Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store |
| An' while he was handlin' this risky chore |
| Made hisself a legend for evermore. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! |
| He give his word an' he give his hand |
| That his Injun friends could keep their land |
| An' the rest of his life he took the stand |
| That justice was due every redskin band. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his promise dear! |
| Home fer the, winter with his family, |
| Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree, |
| Bein' the father he wanted to be, |
| Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Holdin' his young 'uns dear! |
| But the ice went out an' the warm winds came |
| An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game |
| An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame |
| An' all of a sudden life got too tame. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Headin' on West again! |
| Off through the woods we're ridin' along |
| Makin' up yarn's an' singin' a song |
| He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong |
| An 'knows he's right 'cause he aint often 'wrong. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear? |
| Off through the woods we're ridin' along |
| Makin' up yarns an' singin' a 'song |
| He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong |
| An' knows he's right 'cause be ain't often wrong. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! |
| Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean |
| Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green |
| Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream |
| An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Lookin' fer Paradise! |
| Now he'd lost his love an his grief was gall |
| In his heart he wanted to leave it all |
| An' lose himself in the forests tall |
| But he answered instead his country's call. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Beginnin' his campaign! |
| Needin' his help they didn't vote blind |
| They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind |
| Sent up to Nashville the best they could find |
| A fightin' Spirit an' a thinkin' mind. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! |
| The votes were counted an' he won hands down |
| So they sent him off to Washin'ton town |
| With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown |
| A livin' legend of growin' renown. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The Canebrake Congressman! |
| He went off to Congress an' served a spell |
| Fixin' up the Gover'ment an' laws as well |
| Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell |
| An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! |
| Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land |
| An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band |
| His politickin' was their favorite brand |
| An' everyone wanted to shake his hand. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Helpin' his legend grow! |
| He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell |
| Of his hopes for White House and fame as well |
| But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell |
| An' patched up the crack In the liberty Bell. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Seein' his duty clear! |
| When he come home his politickin' done |
| The western march had just begun |
| So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun |
| An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin' the pioneer! |
| He heard of Houston an' Austin an' so |
| To the Texas plains he jest had to go |
| Where freedom was fightin' another foe |
| An' they needed him at the Alamo. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, The man who don't know fear! |
| His land is biggest an' his land is best |
| From grassy plains to the mountain crest |
| He's ahead of us all meetin' the test |
| Followin' his legend into the West. |
| Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier! |