Coming down the mountain boys what do I see
Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me
Better get your rifle before it's too late
The bear's got a pig and he's headed for the gate
He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
Making ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump
He ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed
Some folks say he looks a lot like me
I took all my money and I bought me some bees
They started making honey way up in the treesI cut down the tree but my honey's all gone
Old Slew Foot done made himself at home
The winter time's coming and it's twenty below
The river's froze over, where can he go
We'll chase him up the holler, run him in the well
And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell
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Coming down the mountain boys what do I see
Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me
Better get your rifle before it's too late
The bear's got a pig and he's headed for the gate
He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
Making ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump
He ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed
Some folks say he looks a lot like me
I took all my money and I bought me some bees
They started making honey way up in the treesI cut down the tree but my honey's all gone
Old Slew Foot done made himself at home
The winter time's coming and it's twenty below
The river's froze over, where can he go
We'll chase him up the holler, run him in the well
And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell
Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me
Better get your rifle before it's too late
The bear's got a pig and he's headed for the gate
He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
Making ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump
He ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed
Some folks say he looks a lot like me
I took all my money and I bought me some bees
They started making honey way up in the treesI cut down the tree but my honey's all gone
Old Slew Foot done made himself at home
The winter time's coming and it's twenty below
The river's froze over, where can he go
We'll chase him up the holler, run him in the well
And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell