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 green valley, there 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 slowly walked by
 Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
 Got shot in the breast and know I must die
 Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
 Sing the Death March as you carry me along
 Take me to the green 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 drink 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
 Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
 Sing the Death March as you carry me along
 Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me
 I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
 I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong