Bald Butte chords by Colter Wall

Chorus:

 C                  C7
Bald Butte, Bald Butte so lofty and so high

  F
Carry me to Bald Butte

                 C
Where the plains wrap round the sky

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

Verse 1:

 C
Henry was born on Bald Butte

           C7
A paint horse he did ride

 F
Well he roped him in Alberta

             C
Broke him on the Montana line

 G                      C
Tore him a trail through the northwest countryside

Verse 2:

 C
Henry took to stealing

          C7
Robbing on the CP Rail

 F
He got the devil on his shoulders

             C
And the law man on his tail

       G
You better ride, Henry ride

                   C
You ain't got no friends to go your bail

Verse 3:

 C
Well he rode across the Grey Back camp

        C7
Up in Cypress Hills

 F
They said they left the US nation

             C
On the day that Richmond fell

 G                  C
They whistled Dixie and set him up a still

Verse 4:

 C
Henry woke the next morn

             C7
Like a corpse from the grave

 F
Half blind and twice as haggard

               C
He took a cast iron to the brain

    G                      C
They stole his horse and the rifle that shared his name

Verse 5:

 C
And he tracked them former Johnny Rebs

               C7
Through the prairie and the trees

 F
Up old Castle Mountain

          C
Cross the river Wapiti

 G                   C
Low and behold, what do you think he sees

I see my paint

      F          C
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

Verse 6:

 C
Henry grabbed his rifle

        C7
Up off of the ground

        F
He kissed the ever-loving barrel

              C
And he shot them old boys down

   G                C
They hit the dirt, he revelled in the soumd

Verse 7:

 C
Now he's back up in the saddle

        C7
Back up on the top

     F
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

Verse 9:

 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

 G               C
Henry sat there laughing up his blood


 C
And he was singing

Chorus:

C                    C7
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