The Ballad Of Grizzly Bissell


 
 
(to the tune of "Beverly Hillbillies," sorta)


Born in a valley down in Californy,
Raised up a young'n by the name of Don B.
Trackin' coyotes while crawlin' on his knees,
Eatin' rattlesnakes by the time he's only three.

Grizzly, Grizzly Bissell, Watchman of the Bear Country!

Well, the first thing you know, he's movin' out of there,
Packed up his Bug, started growin' out his hair;
Climbed the highest mountain just to see what he could see,
Found God's land - the Big Sky Country!

Grizzly, Grizzly Bissell, Watchman of the Bear Country!

Yep, Griz could throw his tommyhawk across the lake
He'd eat a nest of hornets like a bunch of grapes;
He stared down a bison 'til it started to shake;
With a flick of his knife, he had buffalo steak!

Grizzly, Grizzly Bissell, Watchman of the Bear Country!

Griz would ride a big ol' elk to Rendevouz
Tought porkypines to speak and his dog to shoot;
But a woman cought ol' Griz and he's never been the same,
For a woman is a critter that ol' Griz will never tame.

Grizzly, Grizzly Bissell, Watchman of the Bear Country!

So Griz felt a callin' to larn the Good Book,
Twenty long years is about what it took;
Now Griz is become a preacher man,
Gonna tell the world about God's plan!

Grizzly, Grizzly Bissell, Watchman of the Bear Country!
Grizzly, Grizzly Bissell, Watchman of the Bear Country!


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