Fess parker RIP

My first hero.  And one of the first songs I remember learning to sing
I had the hat – and Betsy, the trusty rifle.

Fess Parker dead at 85

The ballad of Davy Crockett
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free.
Raised in the woods so’s he knew every tree,
Killed him a bear when he was only three.

Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier.

Fought single handed through the Injun war,
Till the Creeks was whipped and peace was restored.
And while he was handling this risky chore,
Made himself a legend, forevermore.

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

He went off to Congress to serve a spell
Fixin’ up the government and laws as well.
Took over Washington, I heard tell,
And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell.

Davy, Davy Crockett, seein’ his duty clear.

When he come home, his politickin’ done,
The western march had just begun.
So he packed up his gear, and his trusty gun
And lit out a grinnin’ to follow the sun.

Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin the Pioneers.

His land is biggest, and his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He’s ahead of us all in meeting the test
Followin’ his legend right into the West

Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier

Listen to Fess Parker singing the extended version on You tube here