Southern Culture On The Skids - The Man That Wrestles The Bear Lyrics

I'm the man that wrestles the bear
Each year at the old county fair
And though I may lose
I am not easily bruised.

I'm the man that wrestles the bear.

Each year when fall rolls around,
The carnival stops at this town,
And down from hills
I come lookin' for thrills.

I'm the man that wrestles the bear.

Oh young maiden, young miss,
Here's something you don't want to miss.
And though you may think I'm insane,
I'll keep you so very, very entertained.

I'm the man that wrestles the bear.