Utah Carroll Chords by Cartwright Brother
Tempo:
80.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G] In a far off western country [C] where friends [G] are few and [C] dear, where cattle [G] roam in thousands [D] and the skies are [G] always clear,
we were rounding up one morning [C] when the work was nearly [G] [C] done, when the cattle [G] all stampeded in a [D] wild and [G] maddened run.
For the boss's little daughter [C] was holding [G] on that side, [C] she tried to [G] check the cattle [D] for the wild and [G] dangerous ride.
Beneath the lastest saddle [C] early on that [G] fatal morn, [C] I'd place a [G] scarlet blanket, the [D] mistake [G] I'll always mourn.
When the cattle saw that blanket [C] it bricked [G] their maddened brain, [C] they bore down [G] on the lassie [D] and death rode wild [G] again.
The boss's little daughter [C] rode the best horse [G] on the round, but [C] he stumbled [G] in a dog hole [D] and threw her to [G] the ground.
The cattle thundered toward her [C] and she surely would [G] have died, [C] but [G] someone spurred his cow [D] horse like lightning [G] to her side.
He hung down from his pony [C] and caught her [G] from the ground, [C] but the cinches [G] broke beneath them [D] and once more hurled him [G] down.
From the dust sprang you tall carol, [C] the blanket [G] waving gay, [C] he led off [G] at an angle [D] and the cattle [G] came his way.
This passed off his accomplice [C] and the child safe on [G] the [C] side, he stopped [G] to face the cattle [Dm] now wild and [G] maddened tied.
His pistol flashed like lightning [C] and it sounded loud [G] and [C] clear, he failed [G] to stop the cattle [D] but he dropped a [G] leading spear.
A thousand hoops a-pounding [C] and a thousand [G] slashing horns [C] snuffed out the life [G] from you [D] tall, the bravest [G] hero born.
In a far off western country [C] where friends are [G] few and dear, [C] stand a humble [G] little [D] headstone, meet the sky that's [G] always clear.
And the rancher's little daughter [C] now often [G] comes to pray [C] for the man who [G] died so freely [D] to save her life that [G] day.
we were rounding up one morning [C] when the work was nearly [G] [C] done, when the cattle [G] all stampeded in a [D] wild and [G] maddened run.
For the boss's little daughter [C] was holding [G] on that side, [C] she tried to [G] check the cattle [D] for the wild and [G] dangerous ride.
Beneath the lastest saddle [C] early on that [G] fatal morn, [C] I'd place a [G] scarlet blanket, the [D] mistake [G] I'll always mourn.
When the cattle saw that blanket [C] it bricked [G] their maddened brain, [C] they bore down [G] on the lassie [D] and death rode wild [G] again.
The boss's little daughter [C] rode the best horse [G] on the round, but [C] he stumbled [G] in a dog hole [D] and threw her to [G] the ground.
The cattle thundered toward her [C] and she surely would [G] have died, [C] but [G] someone spurred his cow [D] horse like lightning [G] to her side.
He hung down from his pony [C] and caught her [G] from the ground, [C] but the cinches [G] broke beneath them [D] and once more hurled him [G] down.
From the dust sprang you tall carol, [C] the blanket [G] waving gay, [C] he led off [G] at an angle [D] and the cattle [G] came his way.
This passed off his accomplice [C] and the child safe on [G] the [C] side, he stopped [G] to face the cattle [Dm] now wild and [G] maddened tied.
His pistol flashed like lightning [C] and it sounded loud [G] and [C] clear, he failed [G] to stop the cattle [D] but he dropped a [G] leading spear.
A thousand hoops a-pounding [C] and a thousand [G] slashing horns [C] snuffed out the life [G] from you [D] tall, the bravest [G] hero born.
In a far off western country [C] where friends are [G] few and dear, [C] stand a humble [G] little [D] headstone, meet the sky that's [G] always clear.
And the rancher's little daughter [C] now often [G] comes to pray [C] for the man who [G] died so freely [D] to save her life that [G] day.
Key:
G
C
D
Dm
G
C
D
Dm
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ In a far off western country [C] where friends [G] are few and [C] dear, where cattle [G] roam in thousands [D] and the skies are [G] always clear,
we were rounding up one morning [C] when the work was nearly [G] [C] done, when the cattle [G] all stampeded in a [D] wild and [G] maddened run.
_ For the boss's little daughter [C] was holding [G] on that side, [C] she tried to [G] check the cattle [D] for the wild and [G] dangerous ride.
Beneath the lastest saddle [C] early on that [G] fatal morn, [C] I'd place a [G] scarlet blanket, the [D] mistake [G] I'll always mourn.
_ When the cattle saw that blanket [C] it bricked [G] their maddened brain, [C] they bore down [G] on the lassie [D] and death rode wild [G] again.
The boss's little daughter [C] rode the best horse [G] on the round, but [C] he stumbled [G] in a dog hole [D] and threw her to [G] the ground.
The cattle thundered toward her [C] and she surely would [G] have died, [C] but [G] someone spurred his cow [D] horse like lightning [G] to her side.
He hung down from his pony [C] and caught her [G] from the ground, [C] but the cinches [G] broke beneath them [D] and once more hurled him [G] down.
_ From the dust sprang you tall carol, [C] the blanket [G] waving gay, [C] he led off [G] at an angle [D] and the cattle [G] came his way.
This passed off his accomplice [C] and the child safe on [G] the [C] side, he stopped [G] to face the cattle [Dm] now wild and [G] maddened tied.
His pistol flashed like lightning [C] and it sounded loud [G] and [C] clear, he failed [G] to stop the cattle [D] but he dropped a [G] leading spear.
A thousand hoops a-pounding [C] and a thousand [G] slashing horns [C] snuffed out the life [G] from you [D] tall, the bravest [G] hero born.
In a far off western country [C] where friends are [G] few and dear, [C] stand a humble [G] little [D] headstone, meet the sky that's [G] always clear.
And the rancher's little daughter [C] now often [G] comes to pray [C] for the man who [G] died so freely [D] to save her life that [G] day. _ _ _ _
we were rounding up one morning [C] when the work was nearly [G] [C] done, when the cattle [G] all stampeded in a [D] wild and [G] maddened run.
_ For the boss's little daughter [C] was holding [G] on that side, [C] she tried to [G] check the cattle [D] for the wild and [G] dangerous ride.
Beneath the lastest saddle [C] early on that [G] fatal morn, [C] I'd place a [G] scarlet blanket, the [D] mistake [G] I'll always mourn.
_ When the cattle saw that blanket [C] it bricked [G] their maddened brain, [C] they bore down [G] on the lassie [D] and death rode wild [G] again.
The boss's little daughter [C] rode the best horse [G] on the round, but [C] he stumbled [G] in a dog hole [D] and threw her to [G] the ground.
The cattle thundered toward her [C] and she surely would [G] have died, [C] but [G] someone spurred his cow [D] horse like lightning [G] to her side.
He hung down from his pony [C] and caught her [G] from the ground, [C] but the cinches [G] broke beneath them [D] and once more hurled him [G] down.
_ From the dust sprang you tall carol, [C] the blanket [G] waving gay, [C] he led off [G] at an angle [D] and the cattle [G] came his way.
This passed off his accomplice [C] and the child safe on [G] the [C] side, he stopped [G] to face the cattle [Dm] now wild and [G] maddened tied.
His pistol flashed like lightning [C] and it sounded loud [G] and [C] clear, he failed [G] to stop the cattle [D] but he dropped a [G] leading spear.
A thousand hoops a-pounding [C] and a thousand [G] slashing horns [C] snuffed out the life [G] from you [D] tall, the bravest [G] hero born.
In a far off western country [C] where friends are [G] few and dear, [C] stand a humble [G] little [D] headstone, meet the sky that's [G] always clear.
And the rancher's little daughter [C] now often [G] comes to pray [C] for the man who [G] died so freely [D] to save her life that [G] day. _ _ _ _
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