| As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
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| As I walked out in Laredo one day
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| I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen
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| All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
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| «I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy»
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| These words he did say as I proudly stepped by
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| «Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
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| I’m shot in the breast and I know I must die
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| «'Twas once in the saddle I used to go ridin'
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| Once in the saddle I used to go gay
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| First lead to drinkin', and then to card-playing
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| I’m shot in the breast and I’m dying today
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| «Let six jolly cowboys come carry my coffin
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| Let six pretty gals come to carry my pall
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| Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
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| Throw roses to deaden the clods as they fall
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| «Oh, beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly
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| And play the dead march as you carry me along
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| Take me to the green valley and lay the earth o’er me
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| For I’m a poor cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong»
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| We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
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| And bitterly wept as we carried him along
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| For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young and handsome
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| We all loved our comrade although he done wrong |