Marty Robbins - Utah Carol lyrics
[Marty Robbins - Utah Carol lyrics]
And now my friends you've asked me
What makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like
The clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer and I'll
Tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner 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 it's 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 with 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
Then 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
What makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like
The clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer and I'll
Tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner 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 it's 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 with 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
Then 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