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Here’s the story of one stormy night

I tell it when I get the chance
It’s about the Bar-X foreman Ned

and the night he missed the dance.

Ol' Ned was bold and salty like

his manner was quite coarse
But he could ride an rope a tornado

an ride most any horse

It was evening on the prairie
The day we lost Ol Ned

One minute he was sitting tight
Next minute he was dead.

For us to do his funeral proper
Some things was needed first

A preacher and a chapel
Someone to read the verse

There was a dance in town that night

Some fellers had a date

While we respected dying
Ned’s funeral would hafta wait

For us to leave the Bar-X ranch

Who’d stay and watch the cattle?
We all took one look at Ned

An tied him to his saddle