Wild blackberries bloomin' in
the thickest on the mountain
Sheep shire and water cress are
growin' round the fountain
Where a big black bear is drinkin'
Ti ger Whitehead's in the bed
tracks seven intches wide
Pretty Sally Garland comin'
tryin' to nap a mill at the mill
She sits down on a bearskin
and she says you'll be my man
I'll have me the best bearhunter in the hills
A wild child was Tiger Whitehead
Ninety- nine bears before he
went to rest went to rest
Once he left two bearcubs orphaned
but he brought 'em right on home
And Sally nursed the two bearcubs upon her breast
Tiger now is eighty- five and
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 eastern hills of Tennessee
And when the lightnin' flashes there's the
strange thing that the people say they see
An old grey headed ghost runnin'
through the mountains there
It's Tiger Whitehead after
Wild blackberries bloomin' in
the thickest on the mountain
Sheep shire and water cress are
growin' round the fountain
Where a big black bear is drinkin'
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed
tracks seven intches wide
And by sundown he'll be bringin' in the hide
