In days of old when nights were cold
We'd sit around the fire
And tell tall tales as the night wind wails
To see who was the biggest liar.
I thought I was the best but so did the rest
Till the night a drifter came by
His face was all red, he looked half dead
And just about ready to die.
I still recall how he topped us all
With the tale he told that night
He said I came up rough and thought I was tough
But tonight I had a heck of a fight.
I met a bear on the trail with a thorn in his tail
And needed some help no doubt
So quick as a whiz I roped that griz
And pulled that sucker out.
But the bear got mad instead of being glad
Like I thought he should've been
So I said alright lets have a fight
And I shoved that thorn back in.