| A | |
| High on the mountain, tell me what you see |
| D | A | |
| Bear tracks, bear tracks | lookin' back at | me |
| Better get your rifle boys, 'fore it's too late |
| D | A | |
| 'Cause a bear's got a little pig and | headed thru the | gate. |
| CHORUS |
| E | A | |
| He's | big around the middle and he's | broad across the rump |
| E | A | |
| Runnin' | ninety miles an hour takin' | thirty feet a jump |
| Ain't never been caught, he ain't never been tree'd |
| D | A | |
| 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. |
| CHORUS |
| Note. Johnny Horton - The Legend |
| 1975 Columbia House 2P-6418 |
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