| As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
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| As I walked out on Laredo one day
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| I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen
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| Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
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| «I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.»
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| These words he did say as I boldly walked by
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| «Come an' sit down beside me an' hear my sad story
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| «I'm shot in the breast an' I know I must die.»
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| «It was once in the saddle, I used to go dashing
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| «Once in the saddle, I used to go gay
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| «First to the card-house and then down to Rose’s
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| «But I’m shot in the breast and I’m dying today.»
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| «Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
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| «Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall
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| «Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin
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| «Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.»
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| «Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly
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| «Play the dead march as you carry me along
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| «Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o’er me
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| «I'm a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong.»
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| «Then go write a letter to my grey-haired mother
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| «An' tell her the cowboy that she loved has gone
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| «But please not one word of the man who had killed me
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| «Don't mention his name and his name will pass on.»
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| When thus he had spoken, the hot sun was setting
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| The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay
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| We took the young cowboy down to the green valley
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| And there stands his marker, we made, to this day
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| We beat the drum slowly and played the Fife lowly
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| Played the dead march as we carried him along
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| Down in the green valley, laid the sod o’er him
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| He was a young cowboy and he said he’d done wrong |