Streets of Laredo

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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
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As I walked out in Laredo one day
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I spied a young cowboy wrapped all in white linen
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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 fear I must die

So 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
For I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong

Oh, fetch mer some water, a cool glass of water
To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said
Before I'd returned, his spirit had left him
Had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead

So 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
For I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong