Streets of Laredo

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 linen, 
Wrapped in white linen 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 o'er me,

                              
I'm 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 boldly walked by. 
Come sit down beside me an' hear my sad story. 
Got shot in the breast an' 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 left him
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 o'er me, 
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

Thanks for dropping by; hope you enjoyed Marty.

Streets of Laredo

(Note: There are numerous verses to this song and many different word changes, depending on the artist that is singing the song. The above lyrics are as Marty sings them.)