My name is Martin Parmer, you might never heard of me, I was born up in Virginia, made my way to Tennessee, and I ran the mill on Yellow Creek for Montgomery Well, and I used that steel to kill the Brits in the War of 1812

I am the Ringtail Panther wild and wooly hard to curry, when I'm mad I fight, and when I fight I whup

Well I drifted on to Missouri, where I built myself a home, in the Fishing River Valley, where no white man would go, and I raised myself a family and kilt myself some bars, and I made truce with the Sioux except the killer they called Two Hearts

Well I heard word of a wilder place down in Mexico, in a land that they called Tejas, and I talked my gal to go, then me and the Edwards brothers and a band of Cherokee, said we'll call this place Fredonia, free of all this tyranny
and I lost that fight with Mexico, and it burned me up inside, and it took the Texians ten more years to figure I was right, but when the Alamo was lost, I was there at Washington, declaring Texas freedom from Santa Anna's guns

When Sam Houston won the war, he was on my Isom's gray, Sam was born on the day I died, Texas Independence Day, my name is Martin Parmer, and I tell you this my friend, I was born up in Virginia, but I am a Texian

I said my name is Martin Parmer, you might never heard of me, I was born up in Virginia, made my way to Tennessee, then I drifted on to Missouri, where I kilt myself some bars, then on down to Texas, where I helped put up that Lone Star.