Smoke rises from a fire that warms the small cabin there As the young girl inside lights her man's big pipe And kisses him goodnight But he is still and stares even deeper into the red flames that burn in the night In Henhough Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say: "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes out to play, Got to meet him down in Henhough, Henhough or die" In the valley of Doverton two orphan babies lay One called Wade Alaska, the other born of evil Jacob Blade Each boy was taken by a family and raised by seperate ways And though Jacab lived across the mountain Wade knew they'd meet again In Henhough (Henhough) At the age of twenty Wade took the virgin, had a forum made And built his wife a cabin in the pasture nestled by the bay While clearing his land for planting Wade returned home one day To find an open door, Hanna gone, and the haunting smell of Jacob Blade So Wade set out that very night His horse tredding through the river that lay like a castle moat at the foot of Mount Elran Strapped to his saddle a shotgun that wore the moonlight like a velvet glove Wade looked right through the black mountain that lay before him To Henhough (Henhough) A thirteen mountain mile trail of tears glistened off the bay Wade broke a little and knelt down and prayed for a way The next day sun on the other side at last did shine And there below lay Henhough, Henhough open wide (Henhough) The townfolks scattered like a shotgun shell when in walked Wade The only two left standing was Hanna and Jacob Blade Wade seen Hanna with her painted eyes, took aim for Jacob's head A shot rang out that day in Henhough and Wade lay dead He will thirst yet has no mother Born in the wine of faith Who will feed him bread and bu*ter? He eats chocolate cake Why must man destroy his brother? Got to meet him down in Henhough, Henhough or die Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say: "The Sun Man's day ends only when her moon comes out to play" In the eyes of Wade the reflection of the outlaw Jacob Blade Laid to rest that morning in the town that bore the name Henhough.