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