Johnny Cash - Tiger Whitehead lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Tiger Whitehead lyrics]
Wild blackberries blooming in the
Thickest on the mountain
Sheep shire and watercress are
Growing round the fountain
Where a big black bear is drinking
Lappin' water like a dog
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed
Sleeping like a log
But tomorrow he'll see bear
Tracks seven inches wide
And by sundown he'll be bringing in the hide
Pretty Sally Garland coming
Down the mountainside
Where Tiger Whitehead's trying to nap
A mill at the mill
She sit's down on a bearskin and
She says you'll be my man
I'll have me the best bear
Hunter in the hills
A wild child was Tiger Whitehead
And they say he killed
Ninety-nine bears before he went to rest
Went to rest
Once he left two bear cubs orphaned but
He brought them right on home
And Sally nursed the two bear
Cubs upon her breast
Tiger now is eighty-five and he
Lay upon his bed and the bears he killed
Now numbered ninety-nine, ninety-nine
Some fellers trapped the bears but Tiger
Said just let him go
If he ain’t running wild he won't be mine
But at night when the wind howls
Cross the hills of eastern Tennessee
And when the lightning flashes
There's the strange
Thing that the people say they see
An old grey headed ghost running
Through the mountains there
It's Tiger Whitehead after his
One hundredth bear
Thickest on the mountain
Sheep shire and watercress are
Growing round the fountain
Where a big black bear is drinking
Lappin' water like a dog
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed
Sleeping like a log
But tomorrow he'll see bear
Tracks seven inches wide
And by sundown he'll be bringing in the hide
Pretty Sally Garland coming
Down the mountainside
Where Tiger Whitehead's trying to nap
A mill at the mill
She sit's down on a bearskin and
She says you'll be my man
I'll have me the best bear
Hunter in the hills
A wild child was Tiger Whitehead
And they say he killed
Ninety-nine bears before he went to rest
Went to rest
Once he left two bear cubs orphaned but
He brought them right on home
And Sally nursed the two bear
Cubs upon her breast
Tiger now is eighty-five and he
Lay upon his bed and the bears he killed
Now numbered ninety-nine, ninety-nine
Some fellers trapped the bears but Tiger
Said just let him go
If he ain’t running wild he won't be mine
But at night when the wind howls
Cross the hills of eastern Tennessee
And when the lightning flashes
There's the strange
Thing that the people say they see
An old grey headed ghost running
Through the mountains there
It's Tiger Whitehead after his
One hundredth bear