Country
Claws on Those Paws
A country ballad for a mama grizzly in the Tetons. Claws on those paws, teeth like fangs, and nothing but love for her cubs.
- The sound
- Classic 1960s outlaw country: boom-chicka acoustic guitar, upright bass, brushed snare and pedal steel, with a deep, gravelly baritone.
- The video
- Photoreal wildlife documentary, shot in the Tetons
- Made with
- Claude · Lyria 3 Pro · Veo 3.1 Lite · Whisper
Lyrics
Verse 1
Up where the Tetons touch the Wyoming sky,Lives a big ol' grizzly with a honey-brown eye.She don't punch a clock and she don't pay rent,Just six hundred pounds of pure Heaven-sent.
Chorus
Oh, grizzly, grizzly, mama of the mountain range,You've got claws on those paws,Your teeth are like fangs,But you treat your cubs nicely,And that's a love that never changes.
Verse 2
Come springtime she wakes from her long winter nap,Two little cubs come a-tumblin' out in her lap.She teaches 'em fishin' down at Yellowstone Creek,Shows 'em where the huckleberries grow so sweet.
Chorus
Oh, grizzly, grizzly, mama of the mountain range,You've got claws on those paws,Your teeth are like fangs,But you treat your cubs nicely,And that's a love that never changes.
Verse 3
Now a cowboy came ridin' too close to her den,Learned a little lesson 'bout bears way back then.She stood up tall — nine feet if an inch —That cowboy rode home and he ain't been back since.
Final Chorus
Oh, grizzly, grizzly, mama of the mountain range,You've got claws on those paws,Your teeth are like fangs,But you treat your cubs nicely,And that's a love that never changes.
Outro
Yeah, you treat your cubs nicely...Sleep tight, grizzly mama. Sleep tight.