Tiger Whitehead

<p>[Chorus]<br/>Wild blackberries blooming in the thickest on the mountain<br/>Sheep shire and watercress are growing round the fountain<br/>Where a big black bear is drinking, lappin&#x27; water like a dog<br/>Tiger Whitehead<span>&#x27;s in the bed sleeping like a log<br/>But tomorrow he&#x27;ll see bear tracks seven inches wide<br/>And by sundown he&#x27;ll be bringing in the hide<br/><br/>[Verse]<br/>Pretty Sally Garland<span> coming down the mountainside<br/>Where Tiger Whitehead&#x27;s trying to nap a mill at the mill<br/>She sits down on a bearskin and she says you&#x27;ll be my man<br/>I&#x27;ll have me the best bear hunter in the hills<br/>A wild child was Tiger Whitehead and they say he killed<br/>Ninety-nine bears before he went to rest, went to rest<br/>Once he left two bear cubs orphaned but he brought them right on home<br/>And Sally nursed the two bear cubs upon her breast<br/>[Chorus]<br/><br/>[Verse]<br/>Tiger now is eighty-five and he lay upon his bed<br/>And the bears he killed now numbered ninety-nine, ninety-nine<br/>Some fellers trapped the bears but Tiger said just let him go<br/>If he ain’t running wild he won&#x27;t be mine<span><br/>But at night when the wind howls cross the hills of eastern Tennessee<br/>And when the lightning flashes there&#x27;s the strange thing that the people say they see<br/>An old grey-headed ghost running through the mountains there<br/>It&#x27;s Tiger Whitehead after his one hundredth bear<span><br/><br/>[Chorus]