Johnny Horton – Ole Slew Foot (Guitar Live)

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High on the mountain I'll tell you what I see,

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Bear tracks, bear tracks lookin' back at me.

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You better get your rifle boy before it's too late,

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Cause the bear's got a little pig, and headed through the gate.

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He's big around the middle, and he's broad across the rump.

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Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' thirty feet a jump.

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He ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed,

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And some folks say he look a lot like me.

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Ole Slew Foot, he's a mighty, mighty bear;

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Feet like tubs and long brown hair.

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He's 'leven feet tall, and he's twenty feet around,

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He's headed up the mountain, boys, so whistle up the hounds.

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He's big around the middle, and he's broad across the rump.

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Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' thirty feet a jump.

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He ain't never been caught, he ain't never been treed,

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And some folks say he look a lot like me.

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I saved up my money, and I bought me some bees,

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And they started makin' honey way up in the trees.

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Cut down the trees, but my honey's all gone,

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Old Slew Foot's done made himself at home.

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He's big around the middle, and he's broad across the rump.

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Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' thirty feet a jump.

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Ain't never been caught, he ain't never been treed,

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And some folks say he look a lot like me.

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Winter's comin' on, and it's twenty below,

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And the river's froze over, so where can he go.

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We'll chase him up the gully, then we'll run him in the well,

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And shoot him in the bottom just to listen to him yell.

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He's big around the middle, and he's broad across the rump.

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Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' thirty feet a jump.

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Ain't never been caught, he ain't never been treed,

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And some folks say he look a lot like me.

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And some folks say he look a lot like me.

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And some folks say he look a lot like me.