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1998**lf**Traditional**lf****lf**And now, my friends you''ve asked me what makes me sad and still**lf**And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill**lf**Run in your pony closer and I''ll tell to you my tale**lf**Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail**lf****lf**In the cactus and the thistle of Mexico''s fair land**lf**Where cattle roam in the thousands in many a herd and brand**lf**There''s a grave without a head stone, neither date or name**lf**Where my partner sleeps in silence in the land from which I came**lf****lf**We rode the range together, we rode it side by side**lf**I loved him like a brother and I wept when Utah died**lf**Side by side, we rode the roundups, we roped and burned the brand**lf**Through storm and dreary darkness, we joined the night herds stand**lf****lf**Instrumental**lf****lf**While rounding up one morning, our work was nearly done**lf**When off the cattle started on a mad and fearful run**lf**The boss'' little daughter who was riding on that side**lf**Rushed in to turn the cattle and there my partner died**lf****lf**She saw the cattle charging and turned her pony round**lf**Her bright red blanket loosened and dragged upon the ground**lf**She leaned and lost her balance in front of that wild tide**lf**''Lie still Lenore, I''m comin'''' were the words that Utah cried**lf****lf**Some fifty yards behind her, Utah came ridin'' fast**lf**But little did he know that this ride would be his last**lf**His pony reached the maiden with a firm and steady bound**lf**And he swung out from his saddle to lift her off the ground**lf****lf**But the strain upon the saddle had not been felt before**lf**The hind sinch snapped behind him and he fell beside Lenore**lf**Utah took out the blanket and waved it over his head**lf**He raced across the prairie, ''Lie still, Lenore,'' he said**lf****lf**My partner turned the stampede and saved his little friend**lf**But the maddened cattle rushed him and he turned to meet his end**lf**His six gun flashed like lightening, it sounded loud and clear**lf**As the cattle charged upon him, he dropped the leading steer**lf****lf**Then, on his funeral morning, I heard the preacher say**lf**I hope we''ll meet Utah in the roundup far away**lf**Then, he wrapped him in a blanket saved by his little friend**lf**It was that same red blanket that brought him to his end