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There was lots of Gals to dance with

Fiddles all around
I barely had a chance to sit

My feet just blazed the ground

While we’re out there prancing

A winter storm blew in
It crashed through town

An blew off roofs of tin.

It rattled down the valley floor

An filled the sky with light
It’d surly wake the cattle’s slumber

And set their minds to flight.

I told the boy to saddle up
It might already be too late

If we didn’t post the ranch that night
There’d be Bar-X cows in every state

The boys just stood there grinning wide

They took me for a dunce

They said Ol Ned would round them up
He could only be…. kilt once.