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Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
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greenest state in the land of the free
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raised in the woods so 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 frontier!
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In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
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addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
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Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows,
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so he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
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Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
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Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
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makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
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itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
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he's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
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Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!
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Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name
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his reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
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Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
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'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
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Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!~
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Headed back to war from the ol' home place
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but Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
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fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
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south to the swamps on the Florida Trace
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Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!
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Fought single-handed through the Injun War
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till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
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An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
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made hisself a legend for evermore
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Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
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He give his word an' he give his hand
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that his Injun friends could keep their land
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An' the rest of his life he took the stand
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that justice was due every redskin band
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Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!
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Home fer the winter with his family
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happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
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bein' the father he wanted to be
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close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
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Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!
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But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
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an' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
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An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
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an' all of a sudden life got too tame
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Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!
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Off through the woods we're ridin' along
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makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
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He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
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an' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
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Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
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Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
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where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
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where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
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an' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
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Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!
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Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
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in his heart he wanted to leave it all
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an' lose himself in the forests tall
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but he answered instead his country's call
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Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!
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Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
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They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
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sent up to Nashville the best they could find
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a fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
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Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!
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The votes were counted an' he won hands down
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so they sent him off to Washin'ton town
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with his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
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a livin' legend of growin' renown
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Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!
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He went off to Congress an' served a spell
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fixin' up the Govern'ments an' laws as well
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took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
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an' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
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Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
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Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
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an' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
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His politickin' was their favorite brand
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an' everyone wanted to shake his hand
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Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!
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He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
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of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
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But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
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an' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
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Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
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When he come home his politickin' done
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the western march had just begun
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So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
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an' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
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Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneer!
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He heard of Houston an' Austin so
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to the Texas plains he jest had to go
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Where freedom was fightin' another foe
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an' they needed him at the Alamo
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Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
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His land is biggest an' his land is best
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from grassy plains to the mountain crest
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He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
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followin' his legend into the West
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Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
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Ballad Of Davy Crockett
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| Tennessee Ernie Ford |
