He
was born on a mountaintop and so was she,
Scrappiest
gal you could ever hope to see,
He kilt
him a b'ar and so did she,
He
was like cheddar, and she was like brie.
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
He
wore a coonskin, and she wore squirrel,
But
hers was alive, she was that kind of girl,
Ever'
word she spoke was diamond and pearl
And
if she'd never done it, she'd give it a whirl!
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
He
fought with the Injuns and she did, too,
He
whipped the Creeks and she whipped the Sioux
A
big misunderstanding, a day they'd rue,
She's
a Boone to mankind, but she Fessed up, too.
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
She
wore fancy nylons to ride the range,
He
wore buckskin, they both sound strange,
Shouldn't
he ride a horse and she take the stage?
The
cowboys thought so, and she was all the rage.
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
That
day finally come when they was wed,
They
settled down on their honeymoon bed;
"Let's
have us some chillun," Daisy said,
He
knew what she meant and commenced blushing red.
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
She
moved down to Texas with her new beau,
Moved
just across the border from Mexico;
Up
come Santa Anna and he had to go,
"Just
remember gal, we had the Al-a-mo."
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
So
Daisy was a widow at twenty-four,
But
she was a woman, you should hear her roar!
She's
the kind of woman cowpokes adore,
She'll
take your six shooter and come back for more.
Daisy,
Daisy Crockett, queen of the mild frontier.
Daisy, Daisy Crockett, queen of
the mild frontier.
