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!