Streets of Laredo

Streets of Laredo - Marty Robbins (馬丁·羅賓遜)

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I spied 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 dead march

As you carry me along

Take me to the valley

Then lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy

And 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 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 dead march

As you carry me along

Take me to the valley

Then lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy

And know I've done wrong