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 wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay 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 Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Sing the death march as you carry along Take me to the 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 cup of water To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said Before I returned his spirit had left him He had gone to his maker, that cowboy was dead Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Sing the death march as you carry along Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong