Utah Carol Lyrics

Song	Utah Carol
Artist	Marty Robbins
Album	Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs
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	作词 : Traditional
	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 diedWe 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 back cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by
	LenorePicking 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

	zuo ci : Traditional
	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 diedWe 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 back cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by
	LenorePicking 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

	zuò cí : Traditional
	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 diedWe 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 back cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by
	LenorePicking 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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