[Verse 1] As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 oer me For Im a young cowboy, I know Ive done wrong [Verse 3] 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 roundup, the cowboy was dead [Instrumental Break] You might also like[Outro] Beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly Play the dead march as
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