The Streets of Laredo

American

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy, all wrapped 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 passed by.
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
Shot in the chest, and know I must die.

Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
Once in the saddle I used to go gay.
First down to Rosie's, and then to the card-house,
Got shot in the chest, and I'm dying today.

Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
Take me to the valley and lay the sod o’er me,
For I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong.

So beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
Play the death march as they carry me along.
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall.