Chapter II: Hunger - Shawn James & The Shapeshifters

The big old bear walked from his cave hungrier than he had ever known

Haggard and tough, mangled and gruff, ain’t a beast alive would go toe to toe

On the wind he caught the scent of prey as drool dripped from his mouth

Hunger in his mind, gravel in his gut, he turned and he headed south.

Singin,

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Smoke rose up ahead as he barreled through those woods

There’s no turning back now even if he could

King of the forest, who could claim his throne

When his mighty thunderous roar sends chills to the bone

Singin,

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

The hunter froze when he heard the roar come through the trees

He setup a trap underneath a pile of leaves

He grabbed his gun, backed away from the fire

That big damn bear was the heart of his desire

As the bear came up, he knew something wasn’t right

He smelled trouble all around that campfire light

A shot rang out, a bullet flew through the night sky

It grazed the bear right above his left eye

Madder than hell, he stood up 8 feet talk looking round

One swipe of his massive paw, he struck that hunter down

Singin,

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Singin,

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Singin,

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die

Singin,

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no I ain’t gon' die