High on the mountain, what do you see?

Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me

You'd better get your rifles boys before it's too late

The bear's got a little pig and headed through the gate

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Oh he's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump

Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump

He's never been caught, he ain't never been treed

Some folks say he looks a lot like me

I saved up my money and I bought me some bees

They started making honey way up in the trees

I chopped down the tree but my honey's all gone

Ol' Slew Foot's done and made himself at home

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Winter's coming and it's twenty below

The river's froze over so where can he go

We chase him up the gully and run him in the well

And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell

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