The Henrys (2:56)

Up in the Henry Mountains, sleeping on the forest floor there is a man who’s wanted, down in the town below
He’d run off with some money, those big men had ponied up. He’s riding high beneath moonlight on the wings of their good luck.
When the conductor caught him red handed, riding on his train, Henry cut his loss and folded and lived to see another day.

If gambling was his hobby winning was his game.
He’d take the debt you owed him. That’s how he got his name. He’d read the cards they dealt him, in a suit of matching spades. You’ve never known a rounder with such dishonest ways.
When they tried to make him break habits, Henry lost his way, said "I’m going o’er the hilltop", never seen him back this way.

Well Henry made a fortune, he damn near had it made, but greed it overtook him, and he never was the same.
And the moral of this living, of life from day to day,
"You can’t bring the things you’ve taken from this world beyond the grave."
Now every time a flood flashes, Henry debts repaid,
carving through the canyons like the man he’d never been.
People thought he’d died lonesome, never found his grave,
still looking for some answers, never seen him back this way.
Tried to make him break habits, but Henry lost his way
Now Henrys tale lives on, up in the mountains ‘til this day.