Jeffrey Foucault - Doubletree

The sno^Dmw falls on the passes And it covers up the rails And the h^Fired men ride up to make them ^Dmclean It's a ^Dmwinter camp and a frozen damp

And a ^Fcoal train comes rumbling through the ^Dmseam

That ^Dmmorning came up shining Clear and ^Fsharp as broken glass We were r^Fiding for the tracks at ^DmSugaree All ho^Dmller and high spirit And the ^Fdevil take the last And ^FHenry lay a wager then to^Dm me

He s^Dmaid "I've got five dollars And a whiskey at the bar S^Fays I make the tracks ahead of y^Dmou" So we t^Dmouched our horses up

And I ^Fdid something I never meant to ^Dmdo Well^Dm I cut hard behind him From his ^Dmblind side I come around ^FJust as we were going down the s^Dmcree I o^Dmnly meant to scare him but he tumbled to the gro^Dmund And he b^Froke his neck beneath the ^Dmdoubletree

So you ^Ftake him cut him out in a ^Flength of ^Dmpine ^FLay him out in a suit of cl^Fothes ^FBest that you can ^Ffind ^FLay his body ^Fgentle in the ^Dmground And ^Fsay a prayer for ^FHenry Bef^Fore you lay him d^Dmown

The n^Dmight before poor Henry died We slept on open ground The c^Fircus of the stars a blaze of ^Dmwhite ^DmHenry was the best friend that I ever had And I ^Fslept still as a child ^F that ni^Dmght