Lyrics Bill Monroe

Bill Monroe

Ole Slew-foot

High on the mountain, tell me what do you see

Beartracks beartracks looking back at me

Better get your rifles before its too late

The bear's got a little pig and headed for the gate

He's big around the middle and broad across the rump

Running ninety miles an hour taking thirty feet a jump

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

And some folks say he looks a lot like me

Saved up my money and bought me some bees

Started making honey way up in the trees

Cut down the trees but the honey's all gone

Ole slew foot has done made himself at home

Winter's coming on and its forty below

River's froze over so where can he go

I'll chase him up the gulley and run him in the well

Shoot him the bottom just to listen to him yell