Henry Walker – The Del McCoury Band: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

The Del McCoury Band

Henry Walker

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Bluegrass

Utwór Henry Walker został wydany 17 września 1996 przez Rounder jako część albumu The Cold Hard Facts

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumThe Cold Hard Facts

Data wydania17 września 1996

WytwórniaRounder

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Del McCoury Band

The Del McCoury Band

Performer

Del McCoury

Guitar, Tenor

Rob McCoury

Banjo

Ronnie McCoury

Mandolin, Tenor

Jason Carter

Fiddle, Baritone

Mike Bub

Upright Bass, Baritone

Jerry Douglas

Dobro

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mike O'Reilly

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ronnie McCoury

Producer

Jerry Douglas

Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Bil Vorndick

Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

David Glasser

Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

We're seeking information about a man who's living here

His name is Henry Walker, now don't you fret and fear

His crime is cold blood murder, he's wanted by the law

We'll take him back to face his crime, it's the worst you ever saw

Well, we know Henry Walker, he lives way back in the woods

Where he hunts and traps and fishes, and living ain't too good

But if you aim to catch him, you better learn his hunting ground

He'll hide just like an old white hare and you know he can't be found

Yes, the cold was splitting timber with a crack like a .44

And the wind was whistling through the lonesome pines

It bit right through my parka and froze me to the core

As the wolves were howling on the timberline

We reached old Henry's cabin by noon of the second day

He must have heard us coming for he up and he ran away

We camped by the Rocky Rapids while the moon was shining bright

We heard old Henry laughing way out in the night

We tracked him for a week or more through the swamp and through the hills

'Til a rifle roared, I cried "My God, my partner has been killed"

I propped him by an ol' jack pine and swore a solemn vow

Lookout Henry Walker, it's you and me right now

So then I started thinking, he could not be found

Then one day by a frozen lake, like a fox he went to ground

And he tried to run, but the ice was thin and he fell on through

I watched him as he sank and swore, "I'll put a curse on you"

I dragged my frozen partner through the ice and through the snow

I lost three fingers and a toe to the frostbite, don't you know

Though the years have come, the years have gone, I think about those times

When Northern lights are dancing, it makes me feel like crying

Yes, the cold was splitting timber with a crack like a .44

And the wind was whistling through the lonesome pines

It bit right through my parka and froze me to the core

As the wolves were howling on the timberline

As the wolves were howling on the timberline

As the wolves were howling on the timberline

Written by: Mike O'Reilly

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