C
G7
C
G7
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
C
G7
C
G7
As I walked out in Laredo one day
C
G7
C
G7
I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen
C
G7
C
G7
C
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
G7
C
G7
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
C
G7
C
G7
Sing the death march as you carry me along
C
G7
C
G7
Take me to the valley then lay the sod o’er me
C
G7
C
G7
C
I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong
G7
C
G7
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
C
G7
C
G7
These words he did say as I boldly walked by
C
G7
C
G7
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
C
G7
C
G7
C
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die
G7
C
G7
Go fetch me some water a cool cup of water
C
G7
C
G7
To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said
C
G7
C
G7
Before I returned his spirit had left him
C
G7
C
G7
C
Had gone to his Maker the cowboy was dead
G7
C
G7
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
C
G7
C
G7
Sing the death march as you carry me along
C
G7
C
G7
Take me to the valley then lay the sod o’er me
C
G7
C
G7
C
I’m a young cowboy and I know I’ve done wrong
G7
C
