
Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Song language: English
Bald Butte |
Bald Butte, Bald Butte so lofty and so high |
Carry me to Bald Butte |
Where the plains wrap round the sky |
You can dig a hole on Bald Butte when I die |
Henry was born on Bald Butte |
A paint horse he did ride |
Well he roped him in Alberta |
Broke him on the Montana line |
Tore him a trail through the northwest countryside |
Henry took to stealing |
Robbing on the CP Rail |
He got the devil on his shoulders |
And the law man on his tail |
You better ride, Henry ride |
You ain’t got no friends to go your bail |
Well he rode across the Grey Back camp |
Up in Cypress Hills |
They said they left the US nation |
On the day that Richmond fell |
They whistled Dixie and set him up a still |
Henry woke the next morn |
Like a corpse from the grave |
Half blind and twice as haggard |
He took a cast iron to the brain |
They stole his horse and the rifle that shared his name |
And he tracked them former Johnny Rebs |
Through the prairie and the trees |
Up old Castle Mountain |
Cross the river Wapiti |
Low and behold, what do you think he sees |
I see my paint |
I see my rifle that shares my name |
I see them men that done me wrong |
Lord, I’m gonna do them just the same |
Henry grabbed his rifle |
Up off of the ground |
He kissed the ever-loving barrel |
And he shot them old boys down |
They hit the dirt, he revelled in the soumd |
Now he’s back up in the saddle |
Back up on the top |
When he felt that southern slug |
Chew a hole right through his gut |
He thought he killed them all |
But he had not |
That paint took off a running |
Through the water and the mud |
No earthly force in this whole world |
Could stop that 'Berta stud |
Henry sat there laughing up his blood |
And he was singing |
Bald Butte, Bald Butte so lofty and so high |
Carry me to Bald Butte |
Where the plains wrap round the the sky |
You can dig a hole on Bald Butte when I die |