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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! |
