[Music by George Bruns and Words by Tom Blackburn]
Davy, Davy Crocket
The King of the wild frontier
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
The 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, the king of the wild frontier
He 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
He made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
Oh when he lost his love his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
And lose hisself in the forests tall
But he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett
The choice of the whole frontier
He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin' up the Govern'ments and laws as well
Took over Washington so we heered tell
And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, serving his country well
When he come home his politickin' done
Why the big western march had just begun
He packed up his gear and his trusty gun
And lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, a leadin' the pioneer
His land is biggest and his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all, a meetin' the test
And follerin' his legend right into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett
The king of the wild frontier
King of the wild frontier
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
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