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| As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day. I spied a young cowboy, wrapped all in white linnen Wrapped in white linnen, as cold as the clay. Oh beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly Sing the death march as you carry me along Take me to the valley, there lay the sod ore me Im a young cowboy, and know I've done wrong I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy These words he did say, as I boldy walked by Come sit down beside me , and hear my sad story Got shot in the breast, and I know I must die Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water To cool my parched lips, then the poor cowboy said Before I returned, his spirit had lifted Had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead Oh beat the drum slowly, and play the fife lowly Sing the death march as you carry me along Take me to the valley, there lay the sod ore me Im a young cowboy, and know I've done wrong |
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| SONG BY MARTY ROBBINS |
