The Streets Of Laredo

Streets Of Laredo - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)

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 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 hot lips

Then the poor cowboy said

Before I return 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