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High on the mountain tell me what do you see
Bear tracks bear tracks a lookin' back at me
Better get your rifle boys before it's too late
Cause bear's got a little pig and headed through the gate
Well he's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' forty feet a jump
Ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed some folks say he's a lot like me
banjo
Saved up my money and I got me some bees
They started makin' honey way up in the trees
Cut down the trees cause my honey's all gone
Old Slew Foot's done made himself at home
Well he's big around the middle...
fiddle
Well winter's comin' on and it's twenty below
The river's froze over so where can he go
We'll chased him up to gully and we'll run him in the well
We'll shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell
Well he's big around the middle...
Some folks say he's a lot like me