Davy Crockett

I guess the first hero I ever had

Most surely was dear old Dad,

But when I was six on the TV set,

There he was Davy Crockett.

Yeah, king of the wild frontier,

And a new hero it was clear.

Born on a table top in Tennessee,

Hell, he killed a ‘bar’ when he was only three.

Now at six I’d done nothing like that,

But I sure wanted me a coon skin cap.

Yeah, like Davy Crockett I could be,

But I lived in Montreal you see,

And there weren’t no ‘bars’ around,

I know ‘cause I looked all over town.

But like yesterday I can’t forget,

A true hero was Davy Crockett.

Now here I stand outside the Alamo,

Where the years have gone I don’t know,

But for me it is a pretty big deal,

And Davy Crockett’s spirit I can feel.

Yeah, at the Alamo where he died,

For Crockett and my youth I cried,

And ‘Remember the Alamo’ I say aloud,

Here in Texas with the well endowed.