Bald Butte Chords by Colter Wall

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_ _ _ _ _ Bald Butte, Bald Butte, so lofty and so high,
[F] Carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap round [Cm] the [C] sky. _
_ _ _ _ You [G] can dig a hole on Bald Butte [C] and will not die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Henry was born on Bald Butte, a pained horse he didn't ride.
[F] Well, he roped him in Alberta, broke him on the [C] Montana line, _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Tore him a trail through the northwest [C] countryside. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Henry took a-stealing, robbing on the CP rail.
[F] He got the devil on his shoulders and the log man on his [C] tail.
You _ _ _ _ _ [G] better ride, Henry, [Em] ride, you ain't got no friends [G] to go your [C] bail.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, he rode across the Greyback Camp up in [Am] Cypress Hills.
They [F] said they left the U.S. nation on the day that [C] Richmond fell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] And they whistled Dixie and set him [C] up for still.
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[C] _ _ _ _ Henry woke the next morning like a corpse from the grave.
Half blind and twice [F] as haggard, he took a cast iron to [C] the brain. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They stole his horse and the rifle that shared [C] his name. _ _ _ _ _
Then he tracked them former Johnny Rebs through the prairie and [Gb] the [C] trees.
[Cm] Up old [F] Castle Mountain, across the river [C]
Wapiti. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Lo and behold, [G] what do you think he [C] see? _ _
_ _ _ He see my paint, _
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ he see my rifle [Cm] that shares [C] my name.
_ [G] He see that man that done me wrong.
[Em] _ [G] [Em] Lord, I'm gonna do [G] them [C] just the same. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Henry grabbed his rifle up off of the ground and kissed [Cm] the ever-loving [F] barrel.
And he shot them old [C] boys down. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] They hit the dirt, he [G] reveled [C] in the sound. _ _
_ _ _ _ Now he's back up in the saddle, back up on the top.
When [F] he felt that southern slug, he drew a hole [C] right through his gut. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] He thought he [Em] killed them all, [G] but he [C] had not.
_ And that pain took off for running through the water and the mud.
[F] No earthly [C] force in this old world could stop that bird of stud. _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ [Em] Henry sat there [G] laughing up his [C] blood. _ _ _ _ _
He was singing, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Bald Duke, Bald Duke, so lofty and so high.
_ [Fm] [C] Carry me to [F] Bald Duke, where the plains wrap [Cm] round the [F] sky.
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_ _ [G] You can dig [Em] a hole on [Eb] Bald Duke [Gm] when I [C] die. _ _ _ _ _ _ _