Grandson of the bear Who used to rule this mountain But now this bear Is packing a gun And it shoots a lot of times in a row And now all the real bears are running scared Just so this grandson Can have his run of the woods And feel like king of the hill Just like his daddy's daddy Done before But his grandaddy never left the woods shaking And he always came back for more. Was it losing something in the telling Or was it something more? Now the grandson of the bear That used to rule this mountain Walks around carrying a gun And all the real bears Are long since on the run.