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 Death March as you carry me along
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o’er me
I’m a young cowboy and 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
Go shoot?
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
Had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead
Oh, 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
I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong