Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
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For I'm a young cowboy I know I've done wrong
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo as I walked out in Laredo one day
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I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen
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Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
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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 stepped 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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Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
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Play the dead march as you carry me along
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Take me to the graveyard and throw the sod o'er me
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For I'm a young cowboy I know I've done wrong
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Twas once in the saddle I used to go dashing
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Twas once in the saddle I used to go gay
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First got to drinking then two card playing
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Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today
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Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
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For I'm a young cowboy I know I've done wrong
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Streets Of Laredo
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| Don Gibson |
