The 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 valley, there lay the sod o'er me

For 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 speak as I slowly walked by

Come sit here beside me and hear my sad story

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

Once in the saddle I used to go dashing

Once in the saddle I used to go gay

First to the cardhouse and then down to Rosy's

But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dyin' today

Bring six tall young cowboys to carry my casket,

Six pretty maids for to sing me a song

Take me to green valleys, there lay the sod o'er me

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

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

Had gone to his Maker, the cowboy was dead.

So, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Play the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to green valleys, there lay the sod o'er me

For I'm a young cowboy and I known I've done wrong