| 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 himself 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 country |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ballad Of Davy Crocket , by - Louis Armstrong. Song from the album Disney Songs The Satchmo Way, in the genre Традиционный джаз