The Ballad Of Davey Crockett

B[G]orn on a mountain top in Te[C]nnessee,[G]

G[G]reenest state in the land[A] of the free[D].

R[G]aised in the woods so he kn[C]ew every tre[Am]e

K[D7]illed him a "bar" when he was only th[G]ree.

D[G]avey, Da[C]vey Croc[G]kett, king[D] of the wild [D7]frontie[G]r.

F[G]ought single handed through the In[C]dian war[G],

T[G]ill' the Creeks were whipped and pe[A]ace was in sto[D]re,

W[G]hile he was handling this [C]risky c[Am]hore,

m[D7]ade himself a legend forever mo[G]re.

D[G]avey, Da[C]vey Croc[G]kett, the [D]man who don't[D7] know fear. [G]

(rest of lyrics, same chord pattern)
He went off to Congress and served a spell,
fixin' up the government and laws as well,
he took over Washington so I hear tell
and patched up the crack in the Liberty bell.
Davey, Davey Crockett, seeing his duty clear.

When he come home, his politickin' done,
why the westward march had just begun,
so he packed his gear and his trusty gun
and lit out a grinnin' to follow the sun.
Davey, Davey Crockett, a leadin' a pioneer.

He heard of Houston and Austin and so,
to the Texas plains he just had to go,
their freedom was fightin' another foe
and they needed him at the Alamo!
Davey, Davey Crockett, king of the wild frontier...

A nice song popular to everyone (1955) sang by Fess Parker.

T. Armstrong    April 1997