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

All wrapped in white linen and as cold as the clay

I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy

These words he did say as I boldly stepped by

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

I've been shot in the chest and I know I must die

So beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Play the death march as you carry me along

Take me back to green valley

And lay the lily on me

For I'm a young cowboy and I know I must die

Would you fetch me a cup of a cup of cold water

To cool my parched lips the poor cowboy said

Before I returned the spirit had left him

He had gone to meet his maker the cowby was dead

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly

Bitterly we wept as we bore him along

For we all loved our cowboy so brave, young and

Handsome

We all loved our cowboy although he's done wrong