Streets of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen

Wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay.



I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy

These words he did say as I boldly stepped by

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

I was shot in the breast and I know I must die.



Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the pipe lowly

Play the dead march as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley there lay the sod o'er me

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



Oh, fetch me a cup, a cup of cold water

To cool my hot lips the poor cowboy said

Before I returned the spirit had left him

And gone to its Maker the cowboy was dead.



We beat the drum slowly and play the pipe lowly

And bitterly wept as we bore him along

For we all loved our comrade so brave young and handsome

We all loved our comrade although he done wrong...