Cifras
Tiger Whitehead

Tono: G

Introducción:

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        C                                                                                                                                 G  
Wild blackberries bloomin' in the thickets on the mountain,
C                                                                                                                                                      G  
          sheep shire and water cress are growin' round the fountain,
                                        C                                                                                                                                 G                                    Em  
where a big black bear is drinkin' lappin' water like a dog,
     A                                                                                                                         D                                            D7  
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed, sleepin' like a log.
                                  C                                                                                                              G                                                                 C  
But tomorrow he'll see bear tracks                    seven inches wide,
                                  G                                                                    D                                                 G  
and by sundown he'll be bringin' in the hide.
G                                                              C                                                         G                                                                         C  
        Pretty Sally Garland comin' down the mountain side,
                                  G                                                                      D                                                    G                                    D  
          where Tiger Whitehead's tryin' to nap a mill, at the mill,
                                G                                                         C                                                                 G                                                                              C  
          she sits down on a bearskin and she says, “You'll be my man,
                                                G                                                                 D                                                         G  
          I'll have me the best bearhunter in these hills.”
                          G                                                 C                                                                 G                                                            C  
          A wild child was Tiger Whitehead and they say he killed
                                G                                                 D                                                         G                                              D  
          ninety-nine bears before he went to rest, went to rest,
                                                G                                                                    C                                                                      G                                                                            C  
          once he left two bearcubs orphaned but he brought 'em right on home,
                                                          G                                                                            D                                                         G                    G7  
          and Sally nursed the two bearcubs upon her breast.
G                                                            C                                                                    G                                                 C  
          Tiger now is eighty-five and he lay upon his bed,
                                        G                                                                            D                                                                 G                                            D  
          and the bears he killed now numbered ninety-nine, ninety-nine.
                                        G                                                                            C                                                      G                                                                 C  
          Some fellers trapped the bear, but Tiger said, “Just let him go,
                     G                                                              D                                                            G  
          if he ain't running wild he won't be mine.”
                                                        Em  
          But at the night when the wind howls
C                                                                                                                                                    G  
          'cross the hills of eastern Tennessee,
                                     Em  
          and when the lightnin' flashes,
                             C                                                                                                                              G                                                                      C  
          an old grey headed ghost runnin' through mountains there,
                                                             G                                                    D                                                                      G                    G7  
          it's Tiger Whitehead after his one hundredth bear.
        C                                                                                                                                 G  
Wild blackberries bloomin' in the thickets on the mountain,
C                                                                                                                                                      G  
          sheep shire and water cress are growin' round the fountain,
                                        C                                                                                                                                    G                                    Em  
where a big black bear is drinkin', lappin' water like a dog,
     A                                                                                                                         D                                         D7  
Tiger Whitehead's in the bed, sleepin' like a log.
                                  C                                                                                                              G                                                                 C  
But tomorrow he'll see bear tracks                    seven inches wide,
                                  G                                                                    D                                                 G  
and by sundown he'll be bringin' in the hide.