Colter Wall – Bald Butte (Guitar)

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Bald Butte, Bald Butte so lofty and so high

   F
Carry me to Bald Butte

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Where the plains wrap round the sky

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You can dig a hole on Bald Butte when I die

  C
Henry was born on Bald Butte

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A paint horse he did ride

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Well he roped him in Alberta

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Broke him on the Montana line

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Tore him a trail through the northwest countryside

  C
Henry took to stealing

                   C7
Robbing on the CP Rail

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He got the devil on his shoulders

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And the law man on his tail

             G
You better ride, Henry ride

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You ain't got no friends to go your bail

  C
Well he rode across the Grey Back camp

                C7
Up in Cypress Hills

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They said they left the US nation

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On the day that Richmond fell

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They whistled Dixie and set him up a still

  C
Henry woke the next morn

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Like a corpse from the grave

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Half blind and twice as haggard

                             C
He took a cast iron to the brain

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They stole his horse and the rifle that shared his name

  C
And he tracked them former Johnny Rebs

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Through the prairie and the trees

 F
Up old Castle Mountain

                    C
Cross the river Wapiti

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Low and behold, what do you think he sees

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I see my rifle that shares my name

            G
I see them men that done me wrong

                                  C
Lord, I'm gonna do them just the same

  C
Henry grabbed his rifle

               C7
Up off of the ground

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He kissed the ever-loving barrel

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And he shot them old boys down

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They hit the dirt, he revelled in the soumd

  C
Now he's back up in the saddle

               C7
Back up on the top

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When he felt that southern slug

                               C
Chew a hole right through his gut

    G
He thought he killed them all

            C
But he had not

  C
That paint took off a running

                          C7
Through the water and the mud

    F
No earthly force in this whole world

                        C
Could stop that 'Berta stud

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Henry sat there laughing up his blood

 C
And he was singing

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Bald Butte, Bald Butte so lofty and so high

  F
Carry me to Bald Butte

                                     C
Where the plains wrap round the the sky

         G                               C
You can dig a hole on Bald Butte when I die