“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.”