C G7 C G7 As I walked out in the streets of Laredo C G7 C G7 As I walked out in Laredo one day C G7 C G7 I spied a poor cowboy all wrapped in white linen C G7 C G7 C All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay G7 C G7 Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly C G7 C G7 Sing the death march as you carry me along C G7 C G7 Take me to the valley then lay the sod o'er me C G7 C G7 C I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong G7 C G7 I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy C G7 C G7 These words he did say as I boldly walked by C G7 C G7 Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story C G7 C G7 C Got shot in the breast and I know I must die G7 C G7 Go fetch me some water a cool cup of water C G7 C G7 To cool my parched lips then the poor cowboy said C G7 C G7 Before I returned his spirit had left him C G7 C G7 C Had gone to his Maker the cowboy was dead