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The trail that he traveled is still there,
No one has come yet to replace his name.
And those with too handy a trigger, forgot to figger
On his lightning fame.
A man of steel the stories say,
But women's eyes all glanced his way.
A gambler's game he always won,
They called him Bat, Bat Masterson.
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,
Kilt him a b'ar 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 in store.
And while he was handling this risky chore,
Made hisself a legend, forevermore.
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear.
He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin' up the government and laws as well.
Took over Washington, so we heerd 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 his gear, and his trusty gun
And lit out a grinnin', to follow the sun.
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the Pioneer.
Gunsmoke trail oh tell me of days gone by
Tho' alone You still wind your way?
Are the ghostly horsemen riding,
As they speed eastern mail?
It's up to you see them thru Gunsmoke trail.
The Gunsmoke has now faded from the blazing forty
fours!
The stage coach is rustin' on the hill
The wagon wheels you used to feel, will sing their song no more!
The sound of the caravan is still!
Gunsmoke trail
No trav-'ler to care where you go,
Sands of time are hidin' your way!
Bet if heaven ever let you
You could tell a rugged tale!
That's why I hate to see you fade
Gunsmoke trail
Gunsmoke trail
He travels on to wherever he must;
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust.
There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin
Of the man with the gun, of the man called Pa-l-l-l-l-a-din
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam?
Paladin, Paladin, far, far, from home.
Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He roamed, through the west.
This Johnny Yuma, the rebel,
He wandered alone.
He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad,
He packed no star as he wandered far
Where the only law was a hook and a draw,
the rebel.
(Away, away, away rode the rebel,
Johnny Yuma.)
Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He roamed, through the west.
This Johnny Yuma, the rebel,
He wandered alone.
He searched the land,
This restless land,
He was panther quick and leather tough
When he figured that he'd been
pushed enough, the rebel.
(Away, away, away rode the rebel,
Johnny Yuma.)
Johnny Yuma, was a rebel,
He roamed, through the west.
This Johnny Yuma, the rebel,
He wandered alone.
He got fightin' mad,
This rebel lad,
With a dream he'd hold
'til his dying breath
He'd search his soul
and gamble with death, the rebel.
With a gun and a rope and a hat full of
hope,
We planted our family tree.
We got a hold of a pot full of gold,
BONANZA
With a horse and a saddle,
and a ring full of cattle,
How rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand,
Cartwright is the name,
Fortune smiled,
the day we filed the Ponderosa claim.
Here in the west,
we're livin' in the best
BONANZA
If anyone fights anyone of us,
He's got a fight with me
BONANZA
Hoss and Joe and Adam know every rock
and pine,
No one works fights, or eats, Like those boys of mine
Here we stand in the middle of a grand
BONANZA
with a gun and a rope and a hatful of
hope,
We planted our family tree,
We got a hold of a potful of gold
BONANZA
With a houseful of friends where the
rainbow ends,
How rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand Cartwright is the name,
Fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim
Here in the west we're living in the best
BONANZA
With the friendliest, fightingist,
lovingist band,
That ever set foot in the promised land
And we're happier than them all.
(Spoken: My name is Francis Marion. I fought the
British
Redcoats in 76. Hiding in the Carolina swamps by day,
surprising them with swift strikes at night. They called me
a tricky swamp fox. So, a Swamp Fox I became.)
(Chorus)
Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox!
Tail on his hat,
Nobody knows where The Swamp Fox's at.
Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox!
Hiding in the glen,
He runs away to fight again.
I fire a gun the birds take wing.
There startled cries a signal clear.
My men march forth to fight the king.
And leave behind there loved ones dear.
(Chorus)
We had no lead, we had no powder.
Always fought with an empty gun.
Only made us shout the louder.
We are men of Marion.
We had no cornpone, had no honey.
All we had was Continental money.
Wouldn't buy nothing worth beans in the pot.
Roasted ears and possum was all we go.
(Chorus)
We had no blankets, had no bed.
Had no roof above our head.
We get no shelter when it rains.
All we got is Yankee brains.
The Redcoats fight in a foreign land.
Their hearts are far across the sea.
They never try to understand.
We fight for home and liberty.