The Streets Of Laredo

As I walked out on the streets of laredo

As I walked out on laredo one day

I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen

Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

Then beat the drum slowly play the fife lowly

Play the dead march as we carry me along

Take me to the green valley lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

We beat the drum slowly we played the fife lowly

Played the dead march as we carried him along

Far we are of dark comrade so bright and handsome

We all are dark comrade although he done wrong