Wild blackberries bloomin' in the thickest on the mountain   Sheep shire and water cress are growin' round the fountain   Where a big black bear is drinkin' lappin' water like a dog   Tiger Whitehead's in the bed sleepin' like a log   Tomorrow he'll see bear tracks seven intches wide   And by sundown he'll be bringin' in the hide      Pretty Sally Garland comin' down the mountain side   Where Tiger Whitehead's tryin' to nap a mill at the mill   She sits down on a bearskin and she says you'll be my man   I'll have me the best bearhunter in the hills   A wild child was Tiger Whitehead and they say he killed   Ninety-nine bears before he went to rest went to rest   Once he left two bearcubs orphaned but he brought 'em right on home   And Sally nursed the two bearcubs upon her breast      Tiger now is eighty-five and he lay upon his bed   And the bears he killed now numbered ninety-nine ninety-nine   Some fellers trapped the bears but Tiger said just let him go   If he ain't running wild he won't be mine   But at night when the wind howls cross eastern hills of Tennessee   And when the lightnin' flashes there's the strange thing that the people say they see   An old grey headed ghost runnin' through the mountains there   It's Tiger Whitehead after his one hundreth bear   Wild blackberries bloomin' in the thickest on the mountain   Sheep shire and water cress are growin' round the fountain   Where a big black bear is drinkin' lappin' water like a dog   Tiger Whitehead's in the bed sleepin' like a log   Tomorrow he'll see bear tracks seven intches wide   And by sundown he'll be bringin' in the hide