Chords for Original 16 Brewery Sessions - Colter Wall - "Bald Butte"
Tempo:
103.55 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [C]
Bald Butte, Bald Butte, so lofty and so high,
[F]
Carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap [C] round the sky.
[G] You can dig a [Em] hole on [G] Bald Butte when [C] I die.
When Henry was born on Bald Butte, a pained horse he did ride.
Well, he roped him in Alberta, broke him on the Montana line,
[F] [C]
[G] Tore him a trail through the Northwest [C] Countryside.
[F]
[C] Henry took to stealing, robbing on the CP Rail.
[F] He got the devil on his shoulder and the lawman [C] on his tail.
You [G] [C]
[G] better ride, Henry, ride, you ain't got no friends to go [C] your bail.
Well, he rode across the Grayback Camp up in Cypress Hill.
He said they left the U.S. nation on the day that Richmond fell.
[G] They whistled to Dixie and set him [C] up still.
[F] [C]
Well, Henry woke the next morning like a corpse from the grave.
Half blind and twice his haggard, he took a cast iron to the brink.
[G] They stole [Em] his horse and the rifle [G] that [C] shared his name.
Well, he tracked them former Johnny Rebs through the prairie and the tree.
[F] Up old Castle [C] Mountain, across the River Wapiti.
Lo and behold, [G] what do [C] you think he [C] see?
[G] [C] They see my paint, they see my rifle, they share my name.
They [G] see them men that done me wrong.
Lord, I'm gonna do them just [C] the same.
Henry grabbed his rifle up off of the ground, kissed the ever-loving barrel.
Then he shot them old boys down, [G] and they hit the [Em] dirt.
He [A] reveled in the [C] 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.
[F] [C]
Well, [G] he thought he killed them all, but [C] he had not.
That paint took off running through the water and the mud.
No earthly force in this whole world could stop that bird of stut.
[G] Henry sat there laughing [C] 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 [Em] dig a hole on [A] Bald Butte while [C] I die.
Bald Butte, Bald Butte, so lofty and so high,
[F]
Carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap [C] round the sky.
[G] You can dig a [Em] hole on [G] Bald Butte when [C] I die.
When Henry was born on Bald Butte, a pained horse he did ride.
Well, he roped him in Alberta, broke him on the Montana line,
[F] [C]
[G] Tore him a trail through the Northwest [C] Countryside.
[F]
[C] Henry took to stealing, robbing on the CP Rail.
[F] He got the devil on his shoulder and the lawman [C] on his tail.
You [G] [C]
[G] better ride, Henry, ride, you ain't got no friends to go [C] your bail.
Well, he rode across the Grayback Camp up in Cypress Hill.
He said they left the U.S. nation on the day that Richmond fell.
[G] They whistled to Dixie and set him [C] up still.
[F] [C]
Well, Henry woke the next morning like a corpse from the grave.
Half blind and twice his haggard, he took a cast iron to the brink.
[G] They stole [Em] his horse and the rifle [G] that [C] shared his name.
Well, he tracked them former Johnny Rebs through the prairie and the tree.
[F] Up old Castle [C] Mountain, across the River Wapiti.
Lo and behold, [G] what do [C] you think he [C] see?
[G] [C] They see my paint, they see my rifle, they share my name.
They [G] see them men that done me wrong.
Lord, I'm gonna do them just [C] the same.
Henry grabbed his rifle up off of the ground, kissed the ever-loving barrel.
Then he shot them old boys down, [G] and they hit the [Em] dirt.
He [A] reveled in the [C] 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.
[F] [C]
Well, [G] he thought he killed them all, but [C] he had not.
That paint took off running through the water and the mud.
No earthly force in this whole world could stop that bird of stut.
[G] Henry sat there laughing [C] 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 [Em] dig a hole on [A] Bald Butte while [C] I die.
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_ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Bald Butte, Bald Butte, so lofty and so high,
[F]
Carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap [C] round the sky. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] You can dig a [Em] hole on [G] Bald Butte when [C] I die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ When Henry was born on Bald Butte, a pained horse he did ride.
Well, he roped him in Alberta, broke him on the Montana line,
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ [G] Tore him a trail through the Northwest [C] _ Countryside.
_ [F] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ Henry took to stealing, _ robbing on the CP Rail.
[F] He got the devil on his shoulder and the lawman [C] on his tail.
You _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] better ride, Henry, ride, _ you ain't got no friends to go [C] your bail. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, he rode across the Grayback Camp up in Cypress Hill.
He said they left the U.S. nation on the day that Richmond fell. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They whistled to Dixie and set him [C] up still.
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ Well, Henry woke the next morning like a corpse from the grave.
Half blind and twice his haggard, he took a cast iron to the brink. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They stole [Em] his horse and the rifle [G] that [C] shared his name. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, he tracked them former Johnny Rebs through the prairie and the tree.
[F] Up old Castle [C] Mountain, across the River Wapiti. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Lo and behold, [G] what do [C] you think he [C] see? _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C] They see my paint, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
they see my rifle, _ they share my name.
_ They [G] see them men that done me wrong.
_ Lord, I'm gonna do them just [C] the same. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Henry grabbed his rifle _ up off of the ground, kissed the ever-loving barrel.
Then he shot them old boys down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] and they hit the [Em] dirt.
He [A] reveled in the [C] 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.
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ Well, [G] he thought he killed them all, but [C] he had not. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ That paint took off running through the water and the mud.
No earthly force in this whole world could stop that bird of stut. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Henry sat there laughing [C] 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 [Em] dig a hole on [A] Bald Butte while [C] I die.
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_ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Bald Butte, Bald Butte, so lofty and so high,
[F]
Carry me to Bald Butte, where the plains wrap [C] round the sky. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] You can dig a [Em] hole on [G] Bald Butte when [C] I die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ When Henry was born on Bald Butte, a pained horse he did ride.
Well, he roped him in Alberta, broke him on the Montana line,
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ [G] Tore him a trail through the Northwest [C] _ Countryside.
_ [F] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ Henry took to stealing, _ robbing on the CP Rail.
[F] He got the devil on his shoulder and the lawman [C] on his tail.
You _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] better ride, Henry, ride, _ you ain't got no friends to go [C] your bail. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, he rode across the Grayback Camp up in Cypress Hill.
He said they left the U.S. nation on the day that Richmond fell. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They whistled to Dixie and set him [C] up still.
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ Well, Henry woke the next morning like a corpse from the grave.
Half blind and twice his haggard, he took a cast iron to the brink. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They stole [Em] his horse and the rifle [G] that [C] shared his name. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, he tracked them former Johnny Rebs through the prairie and the tree.
[F] Up old Castle [C] Mountain, across the River Wapiti. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Lo and behold, [G] what do [C] you think he [C] see? _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C] They see my paint, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
they see my rifle, _ they share my name.
_ They [G] see them men that done me wrong.
_ Lord, I'm gonna do them just [C] the same. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Henry grabbed his rifle _ up off of the ground, kissed the ever-loving barrel.
Then he shot them old boys down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] and they hit the [Em] dirt.
He [A] reveled in the [C] 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.
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ Well, [G] he thought he killed them all, but [C] he had not. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ That paint took off running through the water and the mud.
No earthly force in this whole world could stop that bird of stut. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Henry sat there laughing [C] 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 [Em] dig a hole on [A] Bald Butte while [C] I die.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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