Marty Robbins

Marty Robbins - Utah Carol guitar chord

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And now my friends you've asked me

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What makes me sad and still

And why my brow is darkened

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Like the clouds upon the hill

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Run in your ponies closer

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And I'll tell to you my tale

Of Utah Carol my partner

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And his last ride on the trail

We rode the range together

And rode it side by side

I loved him like a brother,

And I wept when Utah died

We were rounding up one morning

When work was almost done

When on his side the cattle

Started on a frightened run

Underneath the saddle

That the boss's daughter rode

Utah that very morning

Had placed a bright red robe

So the saddle might ride easy

For Lenore his little friend

And it was this red blanket

That brought him to his end

The blanket was now dragging

Behind her on the ground

The frightened cattle saw it

And charged it with a bound

Lenore then saw her danger

And turned her pony's face

And leaning in the saddle

Tied the blanket to its place

But in leaning lost her balance,

Fell in front of that wild tide

"Lay still Lenore I'm coming"

Were the words that Utah cried

His faithful pony saw her

And reached her in a bound

I thought he'd been successful,

And raised her from the ground

But the weight upon the saddle

Had not been felt before

His backcinch snapped like thunder

And he fell by Lenore

Picking up the blanket

He swung it over his head

And started cross the prairie,

"Lay still Lenore" he said

When he got the stampede turned

And saved Lenore his friend

He turned to face the cattle

And meet his fatal end

His six gun flashed like lightning,

The report rang loud and clear

As the cattle rushed and killed him

He dropped the leading steer

On his funeral morning

I heard the preacher say

I hope we'll all meet Utah

At the roundup far away

Then they wrapped him in a blanket

That saved his little friend

And it was this red blanket

That brought him to his end

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