Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the land of the free Raised in the woods sos he knew every tree Kilt him a bar when he was only three Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose Addin redskin arrows to the countrys woes No, injun fightin is somethin he knows So he shoulders his rifle an off he goes Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who dont know fear Off through the woods hes a marchin along Makin up yarns an a singin a song Itchin fer fightin an rightin a wrong Hes ringy as a bar an twict as strong Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer