Текст песни The Streets of Laredo - Eddy Arnold

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up, in white linen
Wrapped up in white linen, as cold as the clay

I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy
These words he did say, as I boldly stepped by
Come sit down beside me, and hear my sad story
I was shot in the breast, and I know I must die

Oh, beat the drum slowly, and play the pipe lowly
Play the Dead March, as you carry me along
Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong

Oh, fetch me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips, the poor cowboy said
Before I returned, the spirit had left him
And gone to its Maker, the cowboy was dead

We beat the drum slowly, and played the pipe lowly
And bitterly wept, as we bore him along
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome
We all loved our comrade, although, he done wrong