THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT Written by TOM BLACKBURN and GEORGE BRUNS  Born on a mountain top in  Tennes- see Greenest state in the  Land of the Free  Raised in the woods so's he  knew ev'ry  tree Kilt him a b'ar when he was only  three. Davy,  Davy  Crockett, King of the  wild front- ier! ln 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' for 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!