I couldn't find this favorite of mine in the DT, so here you go:

OLD SLEW FOOT

High on a mountain, tell me what do you see?
Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me,
Better get your rifles before it's too late,
The bear's got a little pig and headed for the gate.
CHORUS:

He's big around the middle and broad around the rump,
Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump,
Ain't never been caught, he ain't never been treed,
And some folks say he looks a lot like me.

Saved up my money and bought me some bees,
Started making honey way up in the trees,
Cut down the trees but the honey's all gone,
Old Slew Foot has done made himself at home.

CHORUS

Winter's coming on and hits forty below,
River's froze overm so where can he go?
I'll chase him up the gulley and run him in the well,
Shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.

CHORUS




And here's the tune:
X:1
T:Old Slew Foot
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:100
K:A
"A" e2 ec|fe cc|cB AB|c4|c2 cB|AF E2|"D" FA AB|"A" A4|
ee ec|fe2 c|cB AB|c3 c|c2 cB|AF EE|"D" FA AB|"A" A3 A|
"E" B>B BB|BB AB|"A" c>c cB|A2 GA|"E" B>B BB|BB AB|
"A" cc cB|A3 e|e2 ec|fe cc|cB AB|c3 c|c2 cB|AF EE|
"D" FA "E" AB|"A" A4|