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 linnen

Wrapped in white linnen, 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 ore me

Im 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 boldy 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 parched lips, then the poor cowboy said

Before I returned, his spirit had lifted

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 ore me

Im a young cowboy, and know I've done wrong