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 Reb's

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 reveled in the sound

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 sky

You can dig a hole on Bald Butte when I die