Old Slew Foot

High on the mountain, tell me what you see Bear tracks, bear tracks lookin' back at me Better get your rifle boy, before it's too late 'Cause a bear's got a little pig and headed thru the gate. CHORUS He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' thirty feet a jump Ain't never been caught, he ain't never been tree'd Some folks say he looks a lot like me. I saved up my mon' and I bought me some bees And they started makin' honey way up in the trees Cut down the tree but my honey's all gone Ole Slew Foot's done made himself at home. CHORUS Winter's comin' on and it's twenty below And the river's froze over so where can he go We'll chase him up the gulley then we'll run him in the well We'll shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.