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Streets Of LaredoAs I walked out in the streets of LaredoAs I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen Dressed in white linen and cold as the clay His eyes were fast glazing and death was approaching His white lips were curled and tortured with pain He spoke in a whisper of a scene far behind him Of his home in Montana he would never see again Beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly Play the dead march as you carry me along Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me For I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water To cool my parched lips, the cowboy then said Before I returned his soul had departed And gone to the round-up, the cowboy was dead Beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly Play the dead march as |