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