The Ballad Of Davy Crocket - Louis Armstrong

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee

Greenest state in the land of the free

Raised in the woods so he knew ev’ry tree

Kilt him a b’ar when he was only three

Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier

In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose

Addin' redskin arrows to the country’s woes

Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows

So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes

Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don’t know fear

Off through the woods he’s a-marchin' along

Makin' up yarns an' a-singin' a song

Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong

He’s ringy as a b’ar an' twict as strong

Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer

Andy Jackson is our gen’ral’s name

His reg’lar soldiers we’ll put to shame

Them redskin varmints us volunteers’ll tame

'Cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim

Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all

Headed back to war from the ol' home place

But Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase

Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil’s pace

South to the swamps on the Florida Trace

Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down

Fought single-handed through the Injun War

Till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store

An' while he was handlin' this risky chore

Made himself a legend for evermore

Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier

He give his word an' he give his hand

That his Injun friends could keep their land

An' the rest of his life he took the stand

That justice was due every redskin band

Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear

Home fer the winter with his family

Happy as squirrels in the ol country