High on the mountain, what do you see? Bear tracks, bear tracks, looking back at me You'd better get your rifles boys before it's too late The bear's got a little pig and headed through the gate [chorus] Oh he's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump Running ninety miles an hour, taking thirty feet a jump He's never been caught, he ain't never been treed Some folks say he looks a lot like me 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' Slew Foot's done and made himself at home [chorus] Winter's coming and it's twenty below The river's froze over so where can he go We chase him up the gully and run him in the well And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell [chorus]