Bald Butte

Bald Butte, Bald Butte is so lofty and so high

Oh, carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap 'round the sky

You can dig a hole on Bald Butte, when I die

Well, Henry was born on Bald Butte. A paint horse, he did ride

Well, he roped him in Alberta, broke 'im on the Montana line

Tore him a trail through the northwest countryside

Henry took to stealin', rbbin' on the CP trail

He got the devil on his shoulders and the lawman on his tail

You better ride, Henry, ride

Ya 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 U.S. nation, on the day that Richmond fell

They whistled dixie and set him up for 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 ol' Castle Mountain, cross the river Y.P.T.

Low and behold, what do you think he sees?

See my paint, I see my rifle that shares my name

I see them men that done me wrong

Lord, I'm 'onna do them just the same

Henry grabbed his rifle up off of the ground

He kissed the ever-lovin' barrel and he shot them ol' 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 runnin', through the water and the mud

No earthly force in this old world could stop that 'Berta stud

Well, Henry sat there laughin' up his blood

And he was singin'

Bald Butte, Bald Butte is so lofty and so high

Oh, carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap 'round the sky

You can dig a hole on Bald Butte, when I die