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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 young cowboy all 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 walked by
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Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
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I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die


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It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing
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Once in the saddle I used to go gay
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First down to Rosie's and then to the card house
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Got shot in the breast and I'm dying today


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Get sixteen gamblers to handle my coffin
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Get six jolly cowboys to sing me a song
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Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me
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For I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong


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Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin
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Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song
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Take me to the valley and lay the sod o'er me
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For I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong


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Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
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Play the Dead March as they carry me along
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Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
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Roses to deaden the clods as they fall


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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 young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
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Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay