Christopher Colletta - Streets of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy wrapped in white linen
Wrapped 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 walked by
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
Got shot in the breast and I know I must die
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Sing the death march as you carry along
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water
To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said
Before I returned his spirit had left him
He had gone to his maker, that cowboy was dead
Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Sing the death march as you carry me along
Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Yes I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong

Written by:
Christopher Colletta

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