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