Wild blackberries b[C]loomin' in the thickets on the mou[G]ntain,
[C]Sheep shire and water cress are gr[G]owin' round the fountain,
Where a b[C]ig black bear is drinkin' lappin' wa[G]ter like a [Em]dog,
Ti[A]ger Whitehead's in the bed, sle[D]epin' like a l[D7]og.
But t[C]omorrow he'll see bear tracks se[G]ven inches [C]wide,
And by sun[G]down he'll be br[D]ingin' in the h[G]ide.
[G]Pretty Sally Ga[C]rland comin' do[G]wn the mountain s[C]ide,
Where[G] Tiger Whitehead's[D] tryin' to nap a[G] mill, at the[D] mill,
She s[G]its down on a bea[C]rskin and she s[G]ays, 'You'll be my m[C]an,
I'll have [G]me the best bear hu[D]nter in these h[G]ills.'
A wi[G]ld child was Ti[C]ger Whitehead a[G]nd they say he ki[C]lled
Ninety[G]-nine bears[D] before he went to[G] rest, went to[D] rest,
Once he l[G]eft two bear cubs orph[C]aned but he br[G]ought 'em right on ho[C]me,
And Sally n[G]ursed the two bear c[D]ubs upon her br[G]east.[G7]
(Chorus)
Ti[G]ger now is ei[C]ghty-five and he l[G]ay upon his [C]bed,
And the be[G]ars he killed now nu[D]mbered ninety-n[G]ine, ninety-n[D]ine.
Some fe[G]llers trapped the b[C]ear, but Tiger sa[G]id, 'Just let him g[C]o,
If [G]he ain't running w[D]ild he won't be m[G]ine.'
But at the n[Em]ight when the wind howls
[C]Cross the hills of eastern Tenn[G]essee,
And w[Em]hen the lightnin' flashes,
There's the strange thing that the pe[A]ople say they s[D]ee :
An o[C]ld grey headed ghost runnin' thr[G]ough mountains th[C]ere,
It's Tiger Whi[G]tehead after h[D]is one hundredth b[G]ear.[G7]
Wi[C]ld blackberries bloomin' in the th[G]ickets on the mountain,
[C]Sheep shire and water cress are gr[G]owin' round the fountain,
Where a b[C]ig black bear is drinkin', lappin' w[G]ater like a [Em]dog,
Ti[A]ger Whitehead's in the bed, sl[D]eepin' like a l[D7]og.
But to[C]morrow he'll see bear tracks s[G]even inches w[C]ide,
And by sun[G]down he'll be br[D]ingin' in the h[G]ide.
[C]Sheep shire and water cress are gr[G]owin' round the fountain,
Where a b[C]ig black bear is drinkin' lappin' wa[G]ter like a [Em]dog,
Ti[A]ger Whitehead's in the bed, sle[D]epin' like a l[D7]og.
But t[C]omorrow he'll see bear tracks se[G]ven inches [C]wide,
And by sun[G]down he'll be br[D]ingin' in the h[G]ide.
[G]Pretty Sally Ga[C]rland comin' do[G]wn the mountain s[C]ide,
Where[G] Tiger Whitehead's[D] tryin' to nap a[G] mill, at the[D] mill,
She s[G]its down on a bea[C]rskin and she s[G]ays, 'You'll be my m[C]an,
I'll have [G]me the best bear hu[D]nter in these h[G]ills.'
A wi[G]ld child was Ti[C]ger Whitehead a[G]nd they say he ki[C]lled
Ninety[G]-nine bears[D] before he went to[G] rest, went to[D] rest,
Once he l[G]eft two bear cubs orph[C]aned but he br[G]ought 'em right on ho[C]me,
And Sally n[G]ursed the two bear c[D]ubs upon her br[G]east.[G7]
(Chorus)
Ti[G]ger now is ei[C]ghty-five and he l[G]ay upon his [C]bed,
And the be[G]ars he killed now nu[D]mbered ninety-n[G]ine, ninety-n[D]ine.
Some fe[G]llers trapped the b[C]ear, but Tiger sa[G]id, 'Just let him g[C]o,
If [G]he ain't running w[D]ild he won't be m[G]ine.'
But at the n[Em]ight when the wind howls
[C]Cross the hills of eastern Tenn[G]essee,
And w[Em]hen the lightnin' flashes,
There's the strange thing that the pe[A]ople say they s[D]ee :
An o[C]ld grey headed ghost runnin' thr[G]ough mountains th[C]ere,
It's Tiger Whi[G]tehead after h[D]is one hundredth b[G]ear.[G7]
Wi[C]ld blackberries bloomin' in the th[G]ickets on the mountain,
[C]Sheep shire and water cress are gr[G]owin' round the fountain,
Where a b[C]ig black bear is drinkin', lappin' w[G]ater like a [Em]dog,
Ti[A]ger Whitehead's in the bed, sl[D]eepin' like a l[D7]og.
But to[C]morrow he'll see bear tracks s[G]even inches w[C]ide,
And by sun[G]down he'll be br[D]ingin' in the h[G]ide.
