Streets Of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I saw a young cowboy, wrapped all in white linen

Wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o’er me

I’m a young cowboy, I know I’ve done wrong

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy

These words he did say as I boldly walked by

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

Got shot in the breast and I know I must die

Go fetch me some water, a cool cup 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

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o’er me

I’m a young cowboy, I know I’ve done wrong