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High on the mountain what do you see
Bear tracks bear tracks lookin' back at me
You better get your rifles boys before it's too late
The bear's got a little pig and headed through the gate
He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump
Doin' ninety miles an hour takin' thirty feet a jump
He never been caught and he ain't never been treed some folks say looks a lot like me
[ el.banjo ]
I saved up my money and I bought me some bees
They started makin' honey way up in the trees
I chopped down the tree but my honey's all gone
Ole Slew Foot's done made himself at home
He's big around the middle...
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Winter's comin' on and it's twenty below the river's froze over so where can he go
We'll chase him in the gully and we'll run him in the well
And shoot him at the bottom and we'll listen to him yell
He's big around the middle...
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I asked my love to take a walk just to walk a little ways
As we talked about our future wedding day
And when she told me she would never be mine
I placed a knife against her breast as into my arms she pressed
She cried oh please don't murder me I'm not prepared for eternity
Only say that you'll be mine in no other's arms entwined
Down beside where the waters flow down by the banks of the Ohio
I started home between twelve and one I cried my God what have I done
I've murdered the only girl I loved because she would not be my bride
Only say that you'll be mine...
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I couldn't care less couldn't care less
That's what I'll say when they ask me about you
Try to hold on too proud but they know I lie when I say I couldn't care less for you
There was a time when in your heart you loved me I knew it anyone could plainly see
But someone new came by that you love better just can admit I'm left with memories
I couldn't care less...
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Today I burned your old love letters I burned them slowly one by one
Before I'd light the flame I'd read them to try and find the wrongs I done
The first you wrote me was the sweetest the last one broke my heart in two
And all alone I left you weeping for the ashes of your letters tied in blue
( guitar )
As I burned your old love letters I watched my dreams go up in smoke
I lived again those precious mem'ries I heard each tender word you spoke
The first you wrote me was the sweetest the last one said that we were through
Our love is there among the ambers in the ashes of your letters tied in blue
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