Streets of Laredo
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen
Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
Come sit down beside and hear my sad story
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay
First to the dram house and then to the card house
Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today
Go gather around you a crowd of young cowboys
And tell them the story of this my sad fate
Tell one and the other before they go further
To stop their wild roaving before it's too late
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me on
Take me to graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips the cowboy he then said
But e're I returned the spirit had left him
And gone to its maker, the cowboy dead
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
And bitterly wept as we bore him along
For we all loved our comrade so brave, young, and handsome
We all love the cowboy although he'd done wrong
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As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen
Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
Come sit down beside and hear my sad story
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay
First to the dram house and then to the card house
Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today
Go gather around you a crowd of young cowboys
And tell them the story of this my sad fate
Tell one and the other before they go further
To stop their wild roaving before it's too late
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the dead march as you carry me on
Take me to graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips the cowboy he then said
But e're I returned the spirit had left him
And gone to its maker, the cowboy dead
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
And bitterly wept as we bore him along
For we all loved our comrade so brave, young, and handsome
We all love the cowboy although he'd done wrong
Hmmm hmmm hmmm
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