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
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
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Writer(s): Traditional, Jerry Goldsmith
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