(With June Carter Cash and family)
High on the mountain
What do I you see?
There's bear tracks, bear tracks
Looking back at me
You better get your rifle, boys
Before it's too late
That bear's got a little pig
And headed for the gate
He's big around the middle
And he's broad across the rump
Running ninety miles an hour
Taking fourty feet jumps
Ain't never been caught
And he ain't never been treed
And some folks say
He looks a lot like me
Well, I got me some money
And I got me some bees
And they started making
Honey way up in the trees
I chopped every tree
But my honey's all gone
Old Slew Foot's
Done made himself at home
He's big around the middle
And he's broad across the rump
Running ninety miles an hour
Taking fourty feet jumps
Ain't never been caught
And he ain't never been treed
And some folks say
He looks a lot like daddy
Winter's coming on
And it's fourty below
The river's frozen over
So where can he go?
I'll pick me a rifle
Then run him in the well
And shoot him in the bottom
Just to hear him yell
He's big around the middle
And he's broad across the rump
Running ninety miles an hour
Taking fourty feet jumps
Ain't never been caught
And he ain't never been treed
And some folks say
He looks a lot like my Johnny