| 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 young cowboy wrapped up in white linen
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| Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
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| «Oh, beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
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| Sing the Death March as you carry me along
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| Take me to the valley; |
| there lay the sod o’er me
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| I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong»
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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 boldly walked by
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| «Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
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| Got shot in the breast and I know I must die»
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| «My friends and relations they live in the Nation
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| They know not where their dear boy has gone
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| I first came to Texas and hired to a ranchman
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| Oh, I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong»
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| «It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing
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| It was once in the saddle I used to go gay
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| First to the dram house and then to the card house
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| Got 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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| Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
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| Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
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| Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall»
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| «Go gather around you a group of young cowboys
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| And tell them the story of this my sad fate
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| Tell one and the other before they go further
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| To stop their wild roving before it’s too late»
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| «Oh, bury me beside my knife and my shooter
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| My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side
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| And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy
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| That the cowboys may drink as they carry me along»
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| «Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water
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| To cool my parched lips,» the poor cowboy then said
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| Before I returned, his spirit had left him
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| Had gone to his Maker--the cowboy was dead
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| We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly
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| And bitterly wept as we bore 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’d done wrong |