The Streets Of Laredo کے بول

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I saw a young cowboy, wrapped all in white linen Wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay 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, I know I've done wrong 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 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 Had gone to his Maker, the 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, I know I've done wrong