| The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn' | 
| It was against his religion, but he took a shotgun along | 
| He got himself a mess o' mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare | 
| And on the way home he crossed the path of a great big grizzly bear | 
| Well the bear got down lookin' ready to charge | 
| The preacher never seen nothin' quite that large | 
| They looked each other right smack in the eye | 
| Didn’t take that preacher long to say bye | 
| The preacher, he run till he spotted a tree | 
| He said, «Up in that tree’s where I oughta be» | 
| By the time that bear made a grab for him | 
| The preacher was a sittin' on top a that limb | 
| Scared to death, he turned about | 
| He looked to the sky and began to shout | 
| «Hey lord, you delivered Daniel from the bottom of the lion’s den | 
| You delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale and then | 
| The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace | 
| So the good books do declare | 
| Hey lord, if you can’t help me | 
| For goodness sake don’t help that bear» | 
| Yea, look out preacher! | 
| Well, about that time the limb broke off | 
| And the preacher came tumblin' down | 
| Had a straight razor out of his pocket | 
| By the time he lit on the ground | 
| He landed on his feet right in front a that bear | 
| And Lord, what an awful fight | 
| The preacher and the bear and the razor and the hair | 
| Flyin' from left to right | 
| Well first they was up and then they was down | 
| The preacher and the bear runnin' round an' round | 
| The bear he roared, and the the preacher he groaned | 
| He was havin' a tough time holdin' his own! | 
| He said, «Lord if I get out a here alive | 
| To the good book I’ll abide | 
| No more huntin' on the Sabbath day | 
| Come Sunday I’m headin' to the church to pray» | 
| Up to the heavens the preacher glanced | 
| He said, «Lord won’t you give me just one more chance» | 
| So the preacher got away, he looked around | 
| Seen a tree where he’d be safe and sound | 
| Jumped on a limb, turned about | 
| Looked to the sky and began to shout | 
| «Hey lord, you delivered Daniel from the bottom of the lion’s den | 
| You delivered Jonah from the belly of the whale and then | 
| The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace | 
| So the good books do declare | 
| Hey lord, if you can’t help me | 
| For goodness sake don’t help that bear» |