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THE BALLAD OF DAVY CROCKETT, by                    
First Line: Now don't you want to know something concernin'
Last Line: "I was too much for him, and he was too much for me"
Subject(s): "crockett, Davy (1786-1836);


Now don't you want to know something concernin'
Where it was I come from and where I got my learnin'?
Oh, the world is made of mud out o' the Mississippi River!
The sun's a ball of foxfire, as well you may disciver.

Chorus
Take the ladies out at night. They shine so bright
They make the world light when the moon is out of sight.

And so one day as I was goin' a-spoonin'
I met Colonel Davy, and he was goin' a-coonin'.
Says I, "Where's your gun?" "I ain't got none."
"How you goin' kill a coon when you haven't got a gun?"

Says he, "Pompcalf, just follow after Davy
And he'll soon show you how to grin a coon crazy."
I followed on a piece and thar sot a squirrel
A-settin' on a log and a-eatin' sheep sorrel.

when Davy did that see, he looked around at me,
Saying, "All I want now is a brace agin your knee."
And thar I braced a great big sinner.
He grinned six time hard enough to git his dinner!

The critter on the log didn't seem to mind him --
Jest kep' a-settin' thar and wouldn't look behind him.
The it was he said, "The critter must e dead
See the bark a-flyin' all around the critter's head?"

I walked right up the truth to disciver.
Drot! It was a pine knot so hard it made me shiver.
Says he, "Pompcalf, don't you begin to laugh --
I'll pin back your ears, and bite you half in half!"

I flung down my gun and all my ammunition.
Says I, "Davy Crockett, I can cool your ambition!"
He throwed back his head and he blowed like a steamer.
Says he, "Pompcalf, I'm a Tennessee screamer!"

Then we locked horns and we wallered in the thorns.
I never had such a fight since the hour I was born.
We fought a day and a night and then agreed to drop it.
I was purty badly whipped -- and so was Davy Crockett.

I looked all around and found my head a-missin' --
He'd bit off my head and I had swallered his'n!
Then we did agree to let each other be.
I was too much for him, and he was too much for me.






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