Karaoké Streets of Laredo Eddy Arnold

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in

Laredo one day

I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen

Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy

These words he did say as I boldly stepped by

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

I was shot in the breast and I know I must die

Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Play the dead march as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley

There lay the sod over me for I'm a young cowboy

I know I've done wrong

Oh fetch me a cup

A cup of cold water to cool my parched lips the poor cowboy said

Before I returned the spirit had left him and gone to its Maker

The cowboy was dead

We beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

And bitterly wept as we bore him along

For we all loved our comrade

So brave young and handsome

We all loved our comrade although he done wrong