Streets Of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen

Wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay

So, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy

These words he did say as I slowly walked by

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

Got shot in the breast and know I must die

Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Go fetch me some water, a cool drink of water

To cool my parched lips, then the poor cowboy said

Before I returned, his spirit had left him

Had gone to his Maker, the cowboy was dead

Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong