| 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’s he knew every tree
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| Kilt him a bar 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 and 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 and a singin' a song
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| Itchin' for fightin' and rightin' a wrong
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| He’s crazy as a bar and twice as strong
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| Davy Davy Crockett the buckskin buccaneer
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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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| 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 and his trusty gun
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| And lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
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| Davy Davy Crockett leading the pioneer
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| He heard of Houston and Austin so
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| To the Texas plains he just had to go
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| Where freedom was fightin' another foe
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| And 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 the biggest and 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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| Following his legend in to the West
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| Davy Davy Crockett king of the wild frontier |