Jeffrey Foucault - Doubletree lyrics

The snow falls on the pa**es And it covers up the rails And the hired men ride up to make them clean It's a winter camp and a frozen damp And a shovel in your hand And a coal train comes rumbling through the seam That morning came up shining Clear and sharp as broken gla** We were riding for the tracks at Sugaree All holler and high spirit And the devil take the last And Henry lay a wager then to me He said "I've got five dollars And a whiskey at the bar Says I make the tracks ahead of you" So we touched our horses up Sent them running down the hill And I did something I never meant to do Well I cut hard behind him From his blind side I come around Just as we were going down the scree I only meant to scare him but he tumbled to the ground And he broke his neck beneath the doubletree So you take him cut him out in a length of pine Lay him out in a suit of clothes Best that you can find Lay his body gentle in the ground And say a prayer for Henry Before you lay him down The night before poor Henry died We slept on open ground The circus of the stars a blaze of white Henry was the best friend that I ever had And I slept still as a child that night