Luyện nghe bài hát Utah Carroll

arranged and adapted by Guthrie

So you ask me my friend
Why I am sad and
And why my is darkened
Like the clouds upon the

Rein in your closer
And tell you all a tale
Of Carroll, partner
And his ride on the trail

In a grave a headstone
Without a date or
My partner there silent
In the land which I came

Long ago we together
We'd side by side
I loved him a brother
And I wept when died

riding up one morning
And our work was done
The cattle quickly
On a and maddening run

The little daughter
Who was riding on side
Rushed in to the stampede
It was there my partner

upon her pony
Tried to turn the right
But her slipped beneath her
And she and held on tight

When we all saw that red
Each cowboy held his
For should her pony her
None could save the from death

When the cattle saw the
Almost on the ground
They were maddened in a
And they with deafening sound

The soon saw her danger
And she her pony's face
And in her saddle
Tried the blanket to

Just she lost her balance
In the front of that wild
Carroll's voice the round up
"Lie still, Lenore" he

And then up beside her
Came Utah fast
But did the poor boy know
The ride would be his

often from the saddle
He had caught the trailing
To pick her up at speed
Was now his only

He low from his saddle
To her to his arm
We thought that succeeded
That the girl was safe harm

But such a strain upon his
Had been put before
And the cinches gave him
And he fell beside

When the girl from her saddle
She had dragged the blanket
It lay close beside them
Where they lay the ground

took the blanket
And to he said
"Lie still" and quickly
Waved the red thing o'er his

He the maddened cattle
Lenore, his little friend
And as the mighty rushed toward him
He to met his end

And as the herd on him
His quickly drew
He was to die defended
As all cowboys do

The weapon like lightning
And it sounded loud and
As the cattle and killed him
He the leading steer

When I broke through that circle
To where poor lay
With a thousand wounds and
His life blood ebbed

I down close beside him
And I that all was o'er
As I heard him whisper
"Good-bye, my Lenore"

morning at the churchyard
I the preacher say
"Don't our kind friend Utah
Was lost on that day

He was a cowboy
And not to die
And we'll meet him at the up
On the plains the sky"

So you ask me my friend
Why I am sad and
And why my brow is
Like the clouds upon the

Rein in ponies closer
And I'll tell you all a
Of Utah Carroll,
And his last ride on the