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