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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 butter?

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.

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 butter?

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.

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