Slewfoot

high on a mountain, tell me what do you see?
bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me
you'd better get your rifle, boy, before it's too late
that bear's got a little pig and he's headed for the gate

   now, he's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
   running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump
   he ain't never been caught; he ain't never been treed
   some folks say that he's a lot like me

well, 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' Slewfoot done been here and made himself at home

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the winter's coming on now; it's forty below
river's frozen over now, so where can he go?
we chased him up the gully and corner'd him well
and shot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell

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