Coming down the mountain boys what do I see 
Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me 
Better get your rifle before it’s too late 
The bear’s got a pig and he’s headed for the gate 

He’s big around the middle and he’s broad across the rump 
Making ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump 
He ain’t never been caught he ain’t never been treed 
Some folks say he looks a lot like me 

I took all my money and I bought me some bees 
They started making honey way up in the treesI cut down the tree but my honey’s all gone 
Old Slew Foot done made himself at home 

The winter time’s coming and it’s twenty below 
The river’s froze over, where can he go 
We’ll chase him up the holler, run him in the well 
And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell