Streets of Laredo

04:28
Tradtional, author unknown, sung by Greg Ryder

Lyrics

- As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy wrapped up In white linen Wrapped in white linen And 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’m shot in the breast And I know I must die. It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing. It was once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram house And then to the card house Got shot in the breast And I’m dyin’ today. Oh beat the drum slowly And play the fife lowly And play the Dead March As you carry me along. Take me to the valley There lay the sod o’r me For I’m a young cowboy I know I’ve done wrong. Go and gather around you A group of young cowboys And tell them the story Of this my sad fate. Tell one and the other Before they go further To stop their wild rovin’ Before it’s too late. Go and fetch me a cup A cup of cool water To cool my parched lips The poor cowboy said. Before I returned His spirit had lifted. Had gone to his maker. The cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly And played the fife 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’d done wrong.

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