Young Hunting - Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds Version

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds Version

"Henry Lee"
Single by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds with PJ Harvey
from the album Murder Ballads
B-side "King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O"
Released 26 February 1996 (1996-02-26)
Format CD single, 7"
Recorded 1995 at Sing Sing and Metropolis Studios in Melbourne, Australia and Wessex and Worldwide Studios in London, United Kingdom
Genre Rock, folk rock
Label Mute
Writer(s) Traditional, arranged by Nick Cave
Producer Tony Cohen, Victor Van Vugt
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds with PJ Harvey singles chronology
"Where the Wild Roses Grow"
(1995)
"Henry Lee"
(1996)
"Into My Arms"
(1997)

"Henry Lee", a variant of "Young Hunting", is a song by the Australian post-punk band Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. It is the third track and second single from the band's ninth studio album, Murder Ballads (1996), and was released on 26 February 1996 on Mute Records. The song, which features a duet between frontman Nick Cave and the English alternative rock musician PJ Harvey, is alternately–arranged in comparison to other more traditional versions of "Henry Lee." Lyrically, the song borrows heavily from Dick Justice's version of the song.

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