Jeffrey Foucault - Doubletree

The sno^Emw falls on the passes And it covers up the rails And the h^Dired men ride up to make them ^Emclean It's a ^Emwinter camp and a frozen damp

And a ^Dcoal train comes rumbling through the ^Emseam

That ^Ammorning came up shining Clear and ^Gsharp as broken glass We were r^Diding for the tracks at ^EmSugaree All ho^Amller and high spirit And the ^Gdevil take the last And ^DHenry lay a wager then to^Em me

He s^Emaid "I've got five dollars And a whiskey at the bar S^Days I make the tracks ahead of y^Emou" So we t^Emouched our horses up

And I ^Ddid something I never meant to ^Emdo Well^Am I cut hard behind him From his ^Emblind side I come around ^DJust as we were going down the s^Emcree I o^Amnly meant to scare him but he tumbled to the gro^Emund And he b^Droke his neck beneath the ^Emdoubletree

So you ^Gtake him cut him out in a ^Dlength of ^Empine ^GLay him out in a suit of cl^Dothes ^GBest that you can ^Cfind ^GLay his body ^Dgentle in the ^Emground And ^Csay a prayer for ^DHenry Bef^Gore you lay him d^Emown

The n^Emight before poor Henry died We slept on open ground The c^Dircus of the stars a blaze of ^Emwhite ^EmHenry was the best friend that I ever had And I ^Gslept still as a child ^D that ni^Emght