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 all in white linen

Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the dead march as you carry me along

Take me to the valley then 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 boldly walked by

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

Got shot in the breast and I know I must die

Go fetch me some water a cool cup of water

To cool my hot lips then the poor cowboy said

Before I return his spirit had left him

Had gone to his Maker the cowboy was dead

Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the dead march as you carry me along

Take me to the valley then lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong