Tiger Whitehead
Ton : GEnglish
Refrain
Wild Cblackberries bloomin' in the thicGkets on the mountain
CSheep shire and water cress are groGwin' round the fountain
Where a Cbig black bear is drinkin' lappin' waGter like a Emdog
TiAger Whitehead's in the bed sleeDpin' like a D7log.
But toCmorrow he'll see bear tracks seGven inches Cwide
And by sunGdown he'll be Dbringin' in the Ghide.
Couplet
GPretty Sally GarCland comin' Gdown the mountain Cside
Where GTiger Whitehead's Dtryin' to nap a Gmill at the Dmill
She Gsits down on a Cbearskin and she Gsays "You'll be my Cman
I'll have Gme the best bear hunDter in these Ghills."
Couplet
A Gwild child was TiCger Whitehead Gand they say he kilCled
Ninety-Gnine bears Dbefore he went to Grest went to Drest
Once he Gleft two bear cubs orphaCned but he Gbrought 'em right on Chome
And Sally Gnursed the two bear Dcubs upon her Gbreast. G7
Refrain
Wild Cblackberries bloomin' in the thicGkets on the mountain
CSheep shire and water cress are groGwin' round the fountain
Where a Cbig black bear is drinkin' lappin' waGter like a Emdog
TiAger Whitehead's in the bed sleeDpin' like a D7log.
But toCmorrow he'll see bear tracks seGven inches Cwide
And by sunGdown he'll be Dbringin' in the Ghide.
Couplet
TiGger now is Ceighty-five and he Glay upon his Cbed
And the Gbears he killed now numDbered ninety-Gnine ninety-Dnine.
Some felGlers trapped the Cbear but Tiger Gsaid "Just let him go C
If Ghe ain't running Dwild he won't be Gmine."
Pont
But at the Emnight when the wind howls
CCross the hills of eastern TenGnessee
And Emwhen the lightnin' flashes
There's the strange thing that the Apeople say they Dsee :
An Cold grey headed ghost runnin' Gthrough mountains Cthere
It's Tiger WhiGtehead after Dhis one hundredth Gbear. G7
Refrain
CWild blackberries bloomin' in the Gthickets on the mountain
CSheep shire and water cress are groGwin' round the fountain
Where a Cbig black bear is drinkin' lappin' waGter like a Emdog
TiAger Whitehead's in the bed Dsleepin' like a D7log.
But toCmorrow he'll see bear tracks seGven inches Cwide
And by sunGdown he'll be Dbringin' in the Ghide.