Lyrics copied from StarCityPunk.com:

HENRY WALKER
Michael O'Reilly

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 his 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.

CHORUS: 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 ol' Henry's cabin by noon of 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 ol' Henry laughing way out in the night.
We tracked him for a week or more through the swamp and through the hills,
Till 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:
"Look out, 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 thumb 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.

[Recorded by The Del McCoury Band on "Cold Hard Facts."]